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Song:- 1990
Mother Mother
love me love me
love me love me
I need your love
(repeat)
why don't you like me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
where is your love?
where is the safety I think of?
when I hear -
Mother Mother !!
Mother Mother
are you mine?
why don't you love me?
why do you hate me?
why do you hit me?
Mother Mother
How can I live without love?
I hide in the dark
I build walls in my mind
For I can't believe
Mother Mother
You don't love me.
I have posted this for others that are facing suicidal questions.
This was a healing song written to release my own walls that I used to protect
myself from age 4 and onwards. Was reading Daisy Tyrell request for feedback. Hope it helps a little. I could fill a book on the subject of the fight for life. Will attempt to put some in words as I can.
And it is a fight - those that are willing never to surrender will live. I remember, one time - stuck in a noisy hospital wing, a friend also suicidal at same time in another city. I wrote every moment, filling a large A4 pad. On my knees, crying - I was writing " I want to live" I am willing to live. Over and over. Line after line. Page after page. Also writing to my friend -
encouraging him to fight and live. I won my fight that time -but my friend
did not. When I heard of his death - It put me right back in hospital again.
The fight started all over again -never easy, but I won that one too and several more after that!
Daisy's poem talks of wanting to find beauty within. That may not be what there is to find. A great truth is found the point of rock bottom. Mental health counsellors term it 'bedrock'. When you find bedrock -you find your truest self. It was to my great astonishment I found my bedrock housed an
unquenchable spring of joy! Once I came to terms that this was the real me -
I was able to identify what was capping that well of joy. It took another 15 years to free myself from all those restrictive people. Once totally free never had another mental health issue. Funny that.
I have only shared this to hopefully encourage others. These times are long gone and totally cleared for me. Live a joyous, happy clownish though late starter life. Love always - Virginia
The thing that went...
The first thing that went wrong -
was the buzzing in my left ear,
the one not buried in the pillow,
the one that was open to the world.
The second thing that went wrong
was that dream I was having,
you know, the one where I'm gazing
at you - soo beautiful, soo lustful,
was receding like a cosmic dust cloud
The third thing that went wrong
was my sense of consciousness coming
before the fourth thing but after a second
I realized I was waking up to
The fourth thing that went wrong
the buzzing from the first was even
louder now than a second ago and ticklish
and I realized it had - legs
The fifth thing that went wrong
was me turning and sitting erect quickly
not conscious enough to feel the rocking but
quite able to feel the ceiling I smashed into
a mere twenty-four inches above my bunk
The sixth thing that went wrong
was my abrupt shock from concussive smash
and my equal abhorrence at the knowledge
of something of the arthropod phylum
dancing upon my tympanic membrane
The seventh thing that went wrong
was me turning off the bunk to stand erect
forgetting I was on the top bunk
and my feet were far away from the floor
The eighth thing that went wrong
was the whitened pain that cross-eyed me
as my right big toe curled 180°
underneath my gravitous torso pushing
toward the planked floor below
The ninth thing that went wrong
was the piercing shout that came from
my wide involuntary lips and tongue
just as the Musca domestica miraculously
left my ear in a fit of self-preservation
The tenth thing that went wrong
was the hard lateral left turn that I took
just as the fly took a hard lateral right
and buzzed for final clearance to land
just below the epiglottis
The eleventh thing that went wrong
was me closing my mouth in utter surprise
knowing the first thing that went right
was that domestic fly - right down my throat
"Good morning" you sleepily said as you
blinked and smiled from your slumbering bunk
I looked at you with astonishment
realizing I had started the day only
seconds ago, and already two things
had gone right; It was gonna be a good day.
© Goode Guy 2013-11-20
for the December 2013 challenge at the
open-mic at Aromas coffeehouse:
a first line of "The first thing that went wrong"
(Translated from Akhtar Sheerani)
Your little messenger who used to convey your messages
Was then unaware of what you used to write on those pages
He could not understand the secrets that that letters hid
What exciting styles of love in those simple looking words hid!
He just did not know what was hid in those blue envelopes
What a young girl meant by sending them to a boy? Her hopes?
But, I usually used to ponder on, in those times
That why his childhood thought on this love story's climax climbs?
Though he was too little, would not he think about it in heart
What his sister might have written in her letter with that art?
And why she writes letters to the same boy repeatedly?
It's okay if she writes sometimes, but why repeatedly?
Why now does she love her brother more than ever before?
She hands over envelope and promises to love more!
Why his sister is so benevolent to that stranger?
And if she's, why she hides from every family member?
His distrust is also supported by this evidence
Why "No one should know about this letter," was her advice?
He might think in his little mind, from where comes this young stranger?
The same as his sister sends, he also brings a letter
Why he cannot come to their home like other relatives?
When he asks about him, no satisfying answer he gives
Brings beautiful toys for him, gives and smiles; usually
With kindness, on his back he gently slaps; usually
These thoughts of your messenger used to titilate my heart
And with their childish innocence, made smile my feelings smart
Remembrance was not limited to only you those days
Imaginations also remember him, I amaze!
But today, I saw the beautiful symbol in that way
That I bowed my head to prostrate on astonishment's clay!
I met your little messenger as a young boy once again
Changes occurring around me in the world left me half-slain
The zeal of your love sleeping in my heart, woke once again
This Laila returned to her litter breaking moments' chain
I felt blushed on looking in the eyes of your messenger
But, a naughty light of past sparkled in his eyes' scavenger
This sparkle was a cause of astonishment, recalling past tale
That the secret of your first love could be seen in this veil!
March 14, 2022
A young boy lived in an old orphanage in North Carolina.
He ran away to find something better than a lonely building.
From the tallest hill to the lowest grounds he search and search.
Wondering from place to place he could not find where he belonged.
He tried selling newspaper on the street, shined shoes for a dime.
Preformed country music with he’s old guitar and even joined a circus in town.
Many months have past and still nothing could fill in what was missing.
The young boy was too stubborn to give up; he tried once more at this factory.
After along day of hard work he knew this wasn’t it.
He felt hopeless and defeated by the world.
If only he find something that could make his spirit be full.
Deep down inside his heart cried out to the dark blue sky.
He hands fell to the cold ground and hot tears ran down on his face.
The winds started to grow heavy with rain coming down.
Darkness covered the whole sky like a black sheet.
He struggled to walk through the winding trees.
Everything that had owned was blown away by the firing wind.
Stumbling at every move did not make him stop going.
His legs became bruised by the rigid rocks.
Roaring winds blew at him like giant waves.
A small light from afar was glowing on a hill.
He pushed the thorn branches to make his way through.
Moving closer to the light he fall to the ground and began crawl.
Slowly he got up and was looking at wooden building with painted windows.
He opened the doors and found a burning candle sitting on a table.
Above the table was a cross held up high on the wall.
Walking up with amazement because everything had became quite inside.
Everything had become still and all the rain had stopped.
A loud voice called on him and told him not to be afraid.
The young boy fell to his busied knees with his cut hands on the floor.
He began to cry in pain of his throbbing body.
The voice called on him again and healed the young boy.
In astonishment the young boy looked up at the cross.
He asked the voice who he was, then a bright light came over.
I am God the creator of all things and you are my child.
The young boy smiled with tears in his eyes.
Love filled his heart with joy for this is where he belonged.
A child of God is how he lived for the rest of his life.
Form:
With a staff fitted with a blade in hand,
Leonid entered the cave.
It was dark and hot,
And with each step,
Leonid became more and more fearful.
The cave then opened up
Into a large cavern,
And in the center,
On a stone throne,
Sat the dragon
And in his hand was the chalice.
Quickly,
Leonid positioned himself
To attack with the sharp end
Of his staff pointed at the dragon.
“Now, where are your manners?”
Boomed the dragon.
“You enter my home uninvited,
Point a pointy stick at me
And not even say a simple
‘Good day, Dragon’.”
Leonid was taken aback,
He did not expect
The dragon to speak
And not like a nobleman.
He, quickly, put aside his astonishment
And yelled back,
“Good day, Dragon,
I have come for the chalice
You hold in your hand.
I am prepared to do battle!”
“Do battle?!?
Whatever for, my dear boy?”
Why exactly have you come to my home
And threaten my life?
Have I burnt down your house?
Killed your entire family?
Killed your beloved dog?”
Questioned the dragon.
“Well, no…
But I want the Chalice of Courage
And I will do whatever
I have to do to get it,
Including vanquishing you!”
Answered Leonid.
“Truly,
Why don’t you simply
Ask me for the chalice?”
Cooed the dragon,
“It would be much easier.”
“Alright, Dragon.
May I, please, have
The Chalice of Courage,
So I may sip from it
And become courageous.”
The dragon stared at Leonid
For two heart beats,
Then said “No!”
“If you were not
Going to give me the chalice,
Why did you make me ask for it?”
Bellowed Leonid, angrily.
“First things first,
I made you ask
Because it was the polite thing to do,”
Said the dragon,
“And I won’t give you
The Chalice of Courage
Because you don’t need it.”
Leonid’s jaw dropped,
And he stared at the dragon
As though he had lost his mind.
After a minute or two,
He spluttered,
“I don’t need it?!
I don’t need it?!!
Do you know what I went through
To get here?
How far I traveled?
How I was jeered at
By the village folk?”
The dragon just smiled
At the young man
Growing more and more angry,
“Oh, I know what you went through.
It is quite a task
To make it up here,
But the fact that you did it,
That you made it here,
Proves that you don’t need it.”
Form:
Poem- Salt
Poet- Aditya Aneek
Reciter- Shimul Mustapha
In a book fair, theater, cafe, on the first day of Bangla calendar, around the festive Valentine day
An ordinary boy is he, if one overlooks his insinuating efforts to catch a glimpse of her attention
She, as per beauty and diva goes hand in hand to fashion and attire, fits entirely an adjective
In a flock of Butterflies, among a group of youngsters, The boy is an utter misfit, an outlier
Even though he, a lion heart, approached her one day at last, “Will we have tea together?”
With his brave proposal in, utterly astonished she pondered for a while,then surmised, “let’s go.”
Sitting with her, face to face, he had a butterfly in his stomach
With his dry mouth, he sipped his cup of tea and then, “Waiter, please salt, here.”
With astonishment in her face, she asked, “ Will you have salt in your tea?”
The boy answered, “Yes, I was born around the seashore, along the salty foamy sea waves.
Once I have a sip through the salty tea, I see my village, picturesque
And the faces of my parents, floating around with the salty foamy sea, floating far.”
Silent a soul, she, heard the boy, and then replied
"I have never been to the sea, my home lies there in the mountaintop."
There, the subtle clouds touch there in the gentle most surreal, as a feather of a bird
The mountain and the sea, closely knitted there, day by day, a story , dense in heartfelt warmth
Then a marriage, a nest, at last a duo, aged through the grace of time passed.
The old man, before dying, handed the old lady a letter to request, “Open once I‘m gone.”
Once he died, the old lady, opened the letter, It had this written there
"I never could take tea with salt, ever
A startled one, I, stumbled in mumbling then , with salt, to ask sugar in stead
And then had an immediate cover up story of that type, to en wrap.
And so, had the forty years follow through with cups of tea with a pinch of salt.
The salt tea made by you is sweet."
The old lady went to her neighbors one day. They served her tea.
She asked, “ A bit of salt, please.”
Astonished, the neighbor asked, “Will you take salt in your tea?”
She replied, “Yes. The tea with salt is sweet.”
Her birth was never trumpeted,
Nor caught any media headlines.
Born to Joachim in very ordinary settings,
Virgin Mary, the simplest of the simple,
Was specially chosen to perform a task divine.
As she grew up, she pledged to keep her body and soul,
Free of all blemish and stains of fleshly desires.
But in her teens, she was betrothed to Joseph,
Perhaps, part of a divine plan.
Did dreams come to nab her sleep, no one knows!
She found joy in prayer and absolute surrender to God.
Once when in silent communion with God,
Hearing the flap of wings overhead, she looked up.
Seeing the flash of blinding light in her dim lit room
She stood in dazzled astonishment,
Not knowing what was about to happen.
Before her, appeared a winged seraph.
A radiant silhouette with such gentleness n’ grace
Its hands raised in benediction,
Saluted Mary and said,
“Blessed art thou amongst women…
……………………………………
The rest she heard in a trance.
Unable to digest what was said,
The girl looked up nonplussed.
Again, it said, “The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee,
And a son shall be born of thee,
Whom you shall call Jesus.”
“How can this be”,
The question lingered but didn’t ask.
In that nanosecond of a new revelation
Did Mary’s world shatter like glassware?
Or did her virgin womb thrill with new life?
Did she swim in the waters of joyful tidings?
Or gyrate in the sweeping swirl of tidal waves?
For a girl already espoused to a man
In whose dreams his comely form had begun
Flitting in and out,
Was it a moment of silent ravishment?
Or of stupefied bewilderment
Did a dagger cut through her heart?
Or did her soul take wing in flight???
Without questioning,
She surrendered to the will of God,
Thereafter, never wavered nor bemused,
But readied herself for the great task.
Forever she remains a symbol of mercy and love.
Her immaculate grace is reflected on her radiant face.
Her lovely visage having greater beauty than any flower,
Emits sweet fragrance that perfumes our souls.
Remaining ever so pure with no trace of sin,
She is acclaimed by Christians all over the world,
As a symbol of unassailable purity and godly grace!
And He said unto them
"No greater love hath a man
Than he lay down his life, for his friends...."
Well, I have tried to lay down my life over time
Beyond any desires of recognition and or fame!?
If only but for a moment amid this existence
Days which so very quickly fade away, within this place....
In hopes that I may become but a vessel
To perhaps save even one souls precious light!?
As I gaze deeply upon these Sonadora's
Within amazement and astonishment sometimes
But I do understand and I do believe
The fulfilling of their desires and of their needs; belief....
Innocently, these heart felt dreams ~
Which in turn causes me to love them even more
Ow this paradox that I seem to find myself within....
For to embrace them is, all that I long to do
But I cannot often find, these different temporal views
My eyes cast into the forevers gates of beyond
A slave unto eternities realities it seems
Chained within the Holy Spirit immersed inside of me ~
This will of my Lord and Savior, "Jesus Christ!"
He whom delivered my own soul from such bondage
Of sin and darkness' encumbering eyes....
Ow that I could please all
That I could be all?
But no, I shall build my house upon a rock
The foundation of truth and promises I so grasp; tightly....
That no storms may ever arise again
To find my soul crashing unto the ground
Unto this mound, of distant and lost ruins
Which may have one day been?
So, now within this anguish of flesh and blood
Let my heart set aside, these wayward dreams
If only but even one soul, it can be saved?!
And within this potters field
I shall adorn this tombstone
Before the world, and all of 'their' eyes to behold....
That I may stand upon the throne of "God"
Someday, aside the prophets and the saints
The Angels smiles as they joyfully weep
"Well done My child ~ Welcome home...."
For now I lay me down to sleep
That Heaven may hold, my soul to keep!
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.......Tombstones......
Note: Smile, this is but my own personal faith!:) ~
Form:
Evergreen Community
Here is a tale to astound and to stretch any viewer’s fantasy and imagination…
Proudly presented by the creative people behind The Twilight Zone productions..
A loving family of a couple and their 2 daughters arrived at a guarded community…
Having sold off everything on a gamble to begin life anew in this new community…
They are out of options on how to bring up their ever rebellious elder teenaged daughter…
Who is heavily tattoed with hair hideously coloured, bubble gum chewing and bad mannered..
This new community is touted to bring about a positive turn to any family in suffering..
There are even beefy security guards to quell any dissenting teenagers from rebelling..
The leader of the commune guides and controls the flock of registered families..
Whenever there are disruptive teenagers, the whole commune meet in harmony…
They then cast their lots in colored beads, black or white, their numbers will decide for free…
Treatment for any troubled and rebellious kid, the family will be assigned a healthy tree…
The leader extols the use and love to be derived from any unmanageable teenaged mutiny…
Once treated, the love and benefits will be immense for the continual health of the commune…
So the plot thickens as our colorful teenaged girl was changed in appearance to conform..
But her rebellious and suspicious character was not a little diminished nor was she reformed…
She realised to her deepening horror the nameless dangers that are in store for kids like her..
Her unflinching love for her younger sister was ever uppermost in her mind, big sister like her..
Witness her confusion, her growing horror as she realises the depths of a sisterly betrayal…
Hear her desperate pleas and screams for help, when her family as one, turned away in denial..
Shades of the Stepford Wives, what a twist to such an incredible tale of imagination…
Little wonder in the Twilight Zone, a viewer will be lost in a world of wonder and astonishment..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gBaOAUG1zr8&list=PLbxdxEWxTqX81L3NnAU3nEwvPhkT7FuRm&index=23
I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
I watch the wind swirl the snow before me in the air and on the ground.
The snowflakes reflect the moon's bright blue light giving it a luster of things yet to come.
With the anticipation of the magic blooming in the air, I walk on.
Feasting on the night display of mother nature and her natural beautify, I gasp in wonder.
The moonlit trees dance as the wind blows off the snow.
I watch as the wind swirl again to the oil lit lamppost giving it a warm glow of radiated sparkling light.
I walk to the bench across the street, hearing the crunch of snow under my feet.
I brushed off the snow on the wooden slat bench and sat down with my unopened mug of hot chocolate.
The wind died down; I open my mug and stare at the crystal-clear sky full of magnificent stars.
There is one star I thought was a meteor when suddenly a loud thunderous clap permeated the air.
I gazed in astonishment at the eight Reindeer and a sleigh driven by St Nick.
I waved to him, and he waved back and wished me a Merry Christmas, and I him.
I said to myself, "Shirley, this is beautiful magic!" as I sip my hot chocolate.
As I enjoyed the warming flavors of my hot chocolate, St Nick landed his sleigh on the street.
I looked up, and he smiles, came over to me, and asked if he could have a drink.
"Yes, you can have a drink," as I handed the cup to him.
He drank the cup empty, smiled again at me.
With the finger to his nose, he magically refilled my cup.
He said to me, "You might want to answer your cell phone.”, with a twinkle in his eye.
I answered the dreaded call from the hospital only to find that my husband has been moved from ICU, and they can only say that it was a miracle.
I cried and cried and gave Santa a hug and thanked him.
He climbed back into his sleigh and nodded to me and said: "a small and insignificant gift can change the world."
In this time of Christmas season, what insignificant gift was given to us?