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Life carried on brushing up pain
Each day I could hardly remain
Darkness seemed to be my only course
As I falter and enter ultimate remorse
I could not see what's going on before me
As life seemed dim I could hardly see
There only seemed to be one way out
Only one that I have known about
Sleeping pills were taken extremely
All at once, I was feeling sleepy
In a last minute impulse I called emergency
They swiftly came as I was quickly
Fading fast from this course of reality
I was nodding off to sleep completely
They kept me barely awake to the hospital
Where I was contorted to spill all
I was gagged forcefully as darkness came
Awakened again to find more pills taken
My throat agonized with pain within
From the horrible gagging motion
Pill after pill flowed out of my mouth
As I neared closer to oblivion, further south
Finally I was allowed to sleep
My dreams now were mine to keep
When I awoke people surrounded me
Looking very worried, disappointed really
I had survived the attempt on my life
A fear I will always remember, the strife
Now the world is back into my life again
The pain is seemingly always pounding within
Worry is written all over my family
Fear escapes my mother’s eyes completely
They do many tests to see if I’m stable
Then the diagnosis is depression, certifiable
Therapists become a part of my new life
All present and accounted for, no new strife
Things weren’t anywhere near like they were
When everything was dark, fearful for sure
I hated life, it was lifeless, demure
Then it seemed I had the perfect cure
But life chose me, and I survived
Now things work simply and I thrived
I had the presence to make the best
Of what life brings, to take in the rest
I hold dear now all things that this life brings
A warm feeling comes when fear is fleeting
A perfect happiness comes from simplicity
Bringing complexity down to earth sincerely
Love came swiftly with joy in the heart
Never felt more pure, never to be torn apart
Now that I had survived the brush of death
I now take pleasure in each and every breath
This is what happens sometimes when death knocks
And life gets switched around, time tick-tocks
Now since the terror has come and gone
Joy and pleasure have arrived as one
The future now looks a lot greater
Now that death will be a lot later
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Richard Tarr's "suicide survivor" contest
11/12/2012
Down I go.
On the paths of sheol again.
The rewards of death; my hands regain.
The wheels of the plow of righteousness; i forgot to maintain.
Being led into the desert,
I stagger like one under the influence.
All the while blinded by momentary pleasures.
A walk through the arid land with cold lifeless walls as my compass.
*Surely I have lost it*
These words my mind kept a fix on.
Regurgitating it while the devil's counsel slowly seeped in.
A 'sound advice', like Job's wife, the devil gave.
Urging me to totally quit.
A sweet ballad he played into my ears.
Telling me to embrace hedonism as my new religion.
For I would surely fail in living a perfect life.
He gave me examples.
Yes.
*Your righteousness is as s filthy rag before God*
The accuser of the brethren quoted this scripture for me.
I countered.
Reminding him that self righteousness accounted as sin before God.
Telling him of the uptmost essence of the Jesus's death and grace in salvation.
"No one is perfect"
These words the devil said in retort.
Quoting a popular quip which gave leeway for people to sin.
In despair,
I tried to counter.
For my Christian walk was filled with inconsistent up and down moments.
Like a touchlight with a failing battery,
The light of Christ within me flickered.
HE then came back.
Like a sharp clack amidst deep silence,
I heard His words.
That piercing word of life that erupted joyful tears in me.
For I was a washed out version of my former self.
*My grace is sufficient for you.*
*You have an advocate before the father who pleads your case.*
These words Jesus spoke to me in reply to the devil's condemnation.
*Look unto Jesus the author and finisher of your faith...*
This charge He gave me to cleanse me of all adulteration.
*There is therefore now no condemnation to them who are in Christ Jesus*
This fact He quoted to free me from all allegations.
*Seek ye first the kingdom of God and its righteousness...*
These words He gave to guide my future aspirations.
Once more I cling to the cross.
An abandonment of my fling with death.
A willing stone in the sling of Christ Jesus.
Ready to earn new trophies to bring to His feet.
Laying them down as He calls me a king too, being a joint heir with Jesus.
#Bashorun
Just looking out my Window across the green fields and enjoying the wonderful scent seemly alive in the spring atmosphere the kiss of the breeze so complete.. To see with eyes me to you and what you could be may be inside the spirits wait to reflex the fight or flight my mind welcomed a peaceful people, places, and things we share with chest out boldly the creator of ourselves words and words to be accounted for a reason to explain my opinion expressed. Our inner cities' inner thoughts remain crucified with Christ Jesus, what a friend to have in the King's Book. My eyes read about the Twelve Gates and the Gates were Pearls. The street was paved with Pure Gold as transparent glass pearl and gold the Twelve Gates and Twelve Precious Stones! what a gate! Precious Stones
Jasper is a stone as far as the eyes can see the jasper reduces stress healing and rest.
Sapphire as far as the eyes can see healing gives peace as best never the less.
Chalcedony as far as the eyes could see blue or white or pink gives joy happiness inner peace the twelve gates are a mystery that is on time in the praying mind of all when all is good in the field. Emerald as far as the eyes could see Emerald gives improved communication. Sardony Stone gives protection and strength and attracts friends that be together sometime somewhere somehow someday.
Sardius when under attack it is just like Carmelia.
Chrysolyte apple green the heart security trust balance hormones even mends a broken heart
Beryl stone as far as the eyes can see hard green blue let go and find the answer look for the answer. Be the answer!
Topaz a thousand shades the throat the head overcomes the fear, a sense of confidence experience balance.. you are privileged!
Chripoprasus's green self-love acceptance playfulness connection to nature I love to see the green grass grow and watch the water flow. Jacinth purple blue many colors orange heals Amethyst pure gold pearls Twelve Gates to the City
Where is my mother?
Arms legs and love were accounted for
But she was gone....
Broken by Circumstance
Suppressed by finance
3 ton bolder strapped to her ankle, but still she advanced
My mother..
Too good to be true,
But too bad to be false
She tied knots at ends met and accepted her faults..
And I love her....
But now what can I say....
Now she suffered.
Consumed by the tides of the economy
She saw the shore and just couldn't reach it..
I guess all the struggling finally wore her down
And now she drowned.. in debt
But life wasn't always like a bad dream
I still remember as a child,
Those eyes that held me and would tell me
"That everything was ok"
And those lips that fed me the love i needed
Those same lips that once mesmerized me with shushes
And I love yous, til eye lids were too heavy lift.
But now they said nothing,
Just stuck at a degree
which resembled a very unfamiliar smile; A frown.
My mother was hurt,
with wounds so deep, eyes couldn't see
and kisses couldn't reach.
Bandaids, too old to use and 911 was busy.
Now she's falling
Like an angle too heavy to fly
Her burdens, weigh down her burdens
But still she try's....
She's going down.... CRASH
And who best to pick up the pieces but herself
Too proud to except help, in this living hell
We know all to well.... As life
But with her eyes narrowed and focused,on a goal to obtain
She raises her head up high, only to see... It looks like rain
So now continuing is just insane
Time to sit here a bare ones pain?
Just her luck things go from bad to impossible
But in her mind she defines what's logical
Makes an attempt and defeats any obstical
That's my mom from stop-able to unrock-able....
But that wasn't her tonight..
Tonight with eyes painted with sorrow.
She cried tears that eroded my heart away.
But what was I to do, What was I to say?
It's okay?
Tomorrow is another day?
Well what's the point when waiting is only another way
To take one's day.... and suffer?
Written: 5/25/11
It what it is?
How can it be what it is?
These are humans,
These are living beings,
Just like you and me!
How would you like it?
if you were the ones.
You were the ones that were facing all the sins that you do against a fellow brother
Yes they are your brother
Yes they are sins
Your father, God!!
We are His children
We are all brothers and sisters of one Father
That’s your brother
That’s your brother that you torture
That’s your brother that you sell
You cause pain and suffering
You are immoral
You torture
You stab
You beat
Thousand and thousand times
Over and over again
With no absolute remorse
That's the sin of your hands and foot
But your eyes they sin the most
The watch you do all that
And they watch you
Without a single blink
why won't you blink
you enjoy it
you enjoy every bit of it
you enjoy yourself
As you cause pain beyond belief,
Harm beyond belief,
torture beyond belief.
Beyond belief!
Absolutely beyond belief!
Because no words are strong enough to carry the pain you cause
Not to an animal
Not to a toy
But to your own brother and sister
If you think you tape their mouths not to hear their screams,
I promise you they will follow you for eternity.
Each life you take
Every pain you cause
Will follow you till judgment day
It's a sad world
A sad world indeed
Because you think you could get away with it
You are getting away it
Just like many others before you
Just like many others now
If the Rohingya people in Myanmar are being massacred and fleeing,
With a pope visit,
That spoke about peace without mentioning the massacre
Surely, if I was you I would think I could get away with it.
Perhaps, you might.
Don't be too sure because no one gets away with anything on judgment day
Each of you will pay
All sins will be accounted
It is NOT what it is !!!
Form:
Life’s equation works in a different way,
each moment is accounted for as is each day,
one be one, as we pass through time’s sieve,
what remains in the end is charity we give.
balance in the bank does not follow you,
friends and relatives will soon bid adieu,
all that wealth does not matter anymore,
your values are morals to settle the score.
life’s biology has different rules,
let us forget all that is taught in schools,
one plus one two, is not how it is done,
two people in love may say they are one!
when a child is result out of these two,
one plus one is three, that answer is true,
as more children come, there is a new tally,
as they become part of one family!
additions, subtractions, beyond our hands,
equations written no one understands!
foolishly we count sunrise and sunsets,
yet ignore the heart that beats in our chests?
in the big stream of life each drop is known,
each tree is counted, each seed that is sown,
each life created, each leaf that is dead,
each word spoken, many that are unsaid!
many have been and gone and more will come,
multiplication is part of this sum,
statistics here has no median, no mean,
sad tears that we shed do not wipe them clean.
the assembled gold medals on display,
will be sold in the market cheap one day,
that brave soldier and that pious old priest,
their value in sand, no different from beast!
equations of life are different kind,
never needed wealth that is left behind,
no matter what is in your final will,
sum total of your life is always nil!!
from nothing we come to nothing we go,
between those zeros, life is a transient show,
they who know this truth, know the travel route,
we know not Life’s true ‘power’ , nor its square root!
10 syllables each line
rhyme aa, bb, cc…
Beyond that- it does not matter,
life will write its own equation!
Something is amidst
There's foul play
It doesn't add up
The numbers are way off.
Yet, here we are
Shaking in fear
Seeing a country
Stabbed in the chest
As crimson blood
0Stains the nation.
There's no way
That it was decided
From the get-go
Not all the votes are tallied
Not every ballot is accounted
There's trickery at bay.
We're not taking this sitting down.
We ain't gonna roll over
We ain't gonna bow to a clown
Who has no right to wear a crown?
This is our country
This is our nation
These are our people
These are our lives
That he's playing with.
Now's not the time to panic
Now's the time to act
Now's the time to rise up
Now's the time to fight.
We won't concede
We won't bow
We won't give in
We won't break.
This is our fight
This is our right
To expose the truth
Hidden under the lies.
Bomb threats to states
Ballot boxes ablaze
Missing votes still searching
The numbers don't add up.
We had the endorsement
For Harris's campaign
Everyone turned against Trump,
but he had a trick up his sleeve
To turn the tide, but I believe it's time
To turn this ship before it hits an iceberg.
We ain't sitting down
We ain't backing out
We're gonna stand up
We're gonna fight back
We're gonna get custody
Of our liberty and rights.
This is our fight
This is our song
Let our voices roar
Be heard across the world
Ring out through the night
This is the time to fight.
Expose the lies
Bring truth to light
Let the beast be tamed
Cage him and his buddies away
Put Harris back in her rightful place
Let freedom ring for a new America.
Time to rise up
Time to stand up
No backing out
Fight for your rights
This is our time
To turn it around.
For our children's futures
For women's rights
For our dreams and hopes
For our country
It's time to begin
A new revolution.
“It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.” Lamentations 3:22-23 of the King James Bible
With endless compassion, God cares for me
Assuring His presence, always steadfast
Since He redeemed my soul, setting me free
From bondage of grievous guilt of the past.
Midst endless mercy, the Lord reaches out
Granting pardon with His life-changing might
For my confessed sin along stubborn doubt
Toward righteous walk by His guiding light.
Oh, endless is the love of Christ* indeed
Offering life everlasting as gift
Thus, to Him I do cast my every need
Trusting that my heart He can surely lift.
Endless peace from the Almighty prevails
Smiting fears and worries brought by despair
Guarding me with promise that never fails
Around Scriptures’ truth I claim in prayer.
Along endless grace the Saviour provides
My faith is made fervent for service zeal
With gratitude as my spirit abides
In His will, enclosed by triumphant seal.
*Romans 8:35-39 Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written, For thy sake we are killed all the day long; we are accounted as sheep for the slaughter. Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
February 12, 2023
1st place, "Writing Challenge - E Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 2/14/2023.
The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing
At the Core is Decor
An intense psychological thriller about ruling class oligarchs wearing chic swastika armbands revealing the clandestine boulevards of hidden influence upon the minds of pleasure seeking urban multitudes who, out of a vague translated and transferred and transliterated and egomanaical sense of guilt over the pain we cause our mothers in childbirth, worship a vague sense of nature's horrifying beauty based upon magazine pictures and post cards and travel brochures, and who are additionally incapable of analysis in the analytic sense, which renders their dreams of apathetic comfort and endless romance novel spa fantasies ephemeral if not a little fishy in the suspicious sense, and yet recently discovered by an anonymous banjo strumming whistleblower to have been run as a psychological warfare operation with the collusion of seedy motel owners in white silk ties with no conscience, who figure all the angles in a grand game of financial Hide the Braunschweiger and cartelized total control of all transshipment of global food commodities with a geopolitical acumen that can only be accounted for by a deeper study into the pathological dimensions of human mentation, which may well conclude that all of humanity is the victim of infant trauma, often instigated wittingly with a feral stratagem of cognitive shrinkage and pre-frontal inhibition; knowing that stupidity pays in so many ways if one is mentally dissociated enough to embrace and prolong the tradition of crippling the instrument of salvation that we generally, if not ignorantly, if hopefully, if not ruefully, if necessarily, if not tragically, if laughingly, refer to as mind.
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
Available on Amazon
If some of your demons would dance with a few of my devils... maybe I could have peace, even if for just a little while. For what is a moment if a moment is not gone in just that? The essence of time is sweet, succulent... now a mere memory, it's taste now bland, the colors it once was, and oh how it was. Magnanimous, breathtaking, like being born and born a new. Now dull, lifeless a decay to mock everything it was, was not, could be and never will be again. An echo, however bent and distorted it may have been. Perhaps the moment was bent and the persistence of time merely distorted around it. The words, twist upon my lips... like blank puzzle pieces in my eye, the eye cannot be silenced for sight never had been heard. For if sight had been heard for what then was it? Perhaps a dream, for what are dreams, memories of life not yet lived, moments not yet born? Desires of the heart unknown? For the heart is foolish a daydreamer, easily pacified and convinced it settling’s are complacent... Dream then, dream the dreams thine heart dare dream, lost within itself. The center of everything shrouded in the apex of nothingness highlighted in the subtle hue of creation.. Old is new alike yet nothing next of kin. I, the man I was, for then if i was who then was he, for what lay to rest, inside the stranger of my former self... now ablaze, destructive, raging pain as pleasure upon self, for must he truly suffer, to hold accountability for things that could never be counted, yet accounted for one by precious one. Lay must he down to rest, his fragile broken hands. For if you should dare to dance with these devils, take them by lead, or chance, round this void in time, for there never were a dance.