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I seem to live in a dream
I have lost all control it seems
I deem to be on your lovely team
I scream as we turn to the seams
Gleam like those eyes in the river’s reflection
I lost my direction, give me some affection
You seem to dream away your denial
You leap into my arms and made me feel psychological
I seem to live in a dream and I begin to scream
I have crashed into your arms, baby
I love the smile on your face, it begins to beam
I am abashed to say the least honestly
I’m crazily in love and I’m feeling free
I’m constantly thinking of you, my baby
Can’t you see I’m mad for you?
Can’t you see I’m sad for you too?
Delighted to see you once more
You give me wings to soar
I love you to the core
Gleam like those eyes in the river’s reflection
I lost my direction, give me some affection
You seem to dream away your denial
You leap into my arms and made me feel psychological
I seem to live in a dream and I begin to scream
I have crashed into your arms, baby
I love the smile on your face, it begins to beam
I am abashed to say the least honestly
I’m crazily in love and I’m feeling free
I’m constantly thinking of you, my baby
You made me not at all fretful
You made me feel so plentiful
You make me a rose so beautiful
You are a considerate, compassionate soul
You are the push to my pull
You’re the yin to my yang
You gave me words to sing
I like when you do your thing
You give me a reason to take wing
Gleam like those eyes in the river’s reflection
I lost my direction, give me some affection
You seem to dream away your denial
You leap into my arms and made me feel psychological
I seem to live in a dream and I begin to scream
I have crashed into your arms, baby
I love the smile on your face, it begins to beam
I am abashed to say the least honestly
I’m crazily in love and I’m feeling free
I’m constantly thinking of you, my baby
I’m crazily in love with you, babe, I’m proud
No shame to be with you and our love’s not blind
As long as you save me from crying oh so aloud
I’m a deep shade of purple-blue with you on my mind
I seem to live in a dream
Gleam like a stream…
I blush and I begin to scream
Your treasured reflection’s beam…
My sweet precious man
My darling boy
You think you feel the heat
Oh, but little do you know
The zenith is yet to come
You are warming nicely
Fingers of fire under your skin
A healthy pink glow
As you take the heat in
The zenith is yet to come
You are searing nicely
I watch you begin to sweat
From every pore everywhere
Getting a nice salty wet
The zenith is yet to come
Everything else fades
Your mind and body burn
In my blaze about to faint
And yet you still yearn
The zenith is....almost...here
Sizzling flesh, scorching flares
Devoured by each ray
You beg for release
Tired of Sunshine play
THE ZENITH HAS...C...O...M...E
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Why is everyone upset?
I sink down in regret
I think of all the debt
We owe cuz of our sins..
Tossed down in trash bins
I am a dolphin without fins
I am down and about
I will rise above the doubt
There is an in, so there’s a way out
There is positivity to look forward to
I will try to be good to myself too
Holding on till the break of dawn times two
Delight will douse us with sweet dreams
We are swiftly tearing apart at the seams
he oceans of our miserable mindset
Burn the cowardice feelings and be brave instead of upset with regret
Why must we feel so much worthless fret?
We need some sort of optimistic outlet
The sweat of our lives is worth it I bet
Why are you and I not getting along?
Did I do you wrong? When will I belong?
Life is temporary like a typical pop song
We owe our praise to God Most High
Can’t deny the lies that make us cry
Replace it with truths and begin to fly
Can’t deny - we fret so much like a kid with an aching tooth
I long for spiritual touch and His truth
I miss the days of old in our youth
The sand in my hourglass holds that I'm old
And that youth and my mind are of one date
Lines etched in my face begin to unfold
Still waiting the day I anticipate
Youth has vanished, with its promise unfilled
Memories dissolve and some I can't trust
The years have passed while the days slowly build
I've kept the pictures, watched them turn to dust
Only cleaned them when my eyes turned teary
As I sit and watch the sands passing through
Flowing faster, with my legs now weary
And I battle time trying to make do
The hourglass, a lifelong adversary
The sands now falling are solitary
Lonely Raindrop, only one chance to stir the waters
that collect and pool on the ground.
Diving in, he rebounds and dissipates,
conforming to all other drops that fell down.
If you've seen one raindrop, you've seen them all…
not a unique bunch of fellows, they.
A weary life reflected by the back drop
of black clouds and skies of gray.
When the air turns cold and life gets tough,
their white scars begin to show through…
That's when they can set themselves apart,
each one a unique,frozen flake of dew.
An insignificant mass, this collection of mist
especially when dancing alone…
…but when Raindrop dances with all his friends,
together they move mountains of stone.
Count Your Blessings
Sometimes it is very easy to get down
And not give too much thought to just why
The sadness I feel just seems to come
And produces a mournful sigh
It can be because I am lonely
Or that my children don’t come or call
There can be a thousand reasons I guess
I have never really stopped to count them all
Sometimes I just sit down and mope
And then I am feeling sorry for me
That is not the best thing to do I have found
If I asked I am sure you would agree
I’ve been told I should count my blessings
And I am sure that would be one thing to do
I do have some if I just looked around
Quite a few and more then just one or two
There is a particular one to begin
Let me see, you just said it today
The best blessing I’ve heard in a while
Oh yes, it was this morning…..
"I opened my eyes today”
I thank you with all of my heart
What a gentle reminder from you
God gave me so much in this life
And I have so much left I can do
Connie Moore
December 25, 2015
*Image of Pendulum by Pixabay.
Of Fatalism
'Tis past the eleventh hour,
As time ...,
Here in the bunker,
I walked away from the Atomic Clock whose pendulum terminated its sway,
Walked I, away from expressionless gazes of our hereafter,
Longings tethered to massive cement deterrents laden with steel rods that point every which way,
It encompasses us, hanging as fitting sheaths insulating our newly acquisitions -- swords of Damocles,
Each of us has someone whom we treasured still up there,
That would justify the emptiness I see,
They're benumbed by internal seething pain,
Tormented by their incapacities to help,
Haunted by incessant wailings,
And then, of course, the little ones,
Oh, my sweet Jesus!
What have I done, what have I done,
There were protection elements everywhere,
They were set up at every point,
Outside, beyond the perimeter,
Ubiquitously, near primary targets,
However, also, everywhere,
... was uncompromising resistance,
After the inevitable played out,
They, too, joined the vacant masses,
I guess that is how good old warriors just fade away,
A newly carped floor in the War Room where lies my rejected arguments,
it is under the dismissive course of action,
and that's shoved neath disappointing occurrences involving hypothetical possibilities,
How do I overcome these unforgivable mistakes and missed opportunities?
[He sees two-armed guards at their post]
He mumbles, "Coward!
Well, Mr. Speech Writer, since your first debate"
There is the disoriented,
the miss-connect,
the heartbroken
the lonely
and me,
I'm the one left holding a piece of thread,
Gentlemen,
Let them in,
for it is time for us to begin,
... Year One.
2022 August 08
On the Potter's wheel
I am clay -
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a vessel of honor,
a vessel worthy of a King.
God is not finished with me yet.
A diamond in the rough am I,
A chunk of rock.
But, as the Master Jeweler
chip, chip, chips away my impurities,
bit by bit,
I begin to sparkle, I begin to shine,
'till that final day when I'll be transformed
into a pure exquisite diamond.
A diamond fit for a King.
God is not finished with me yet.
My life is an unfinished tapestry.
Day by day my Creator
carefully, deliberately
weaves a thread here,
snips a thread there.
When my life comes to an end,
the tapestry will be complete.
I will be perfected.
Until then,
God is not finished with me yet.
9/23/12
Race Riot
Race Riots don’t start in Baltimore quiet
Silence is not what they seek
Innocence stripped naked in childhood
Oppression festers in neighborhoods disease
Not genetically engineered in labs
Pharmaceuticals have a hand some say
To fire the imagination, inflame bigotry
Revolutions begin in fear, form with the youth on streets
Young men find abuse as a way of life
No future, no truth of any use
Oppression germinates, grows in the dark like tar
Spreads on the heart contagious as black butter
The plague is far from over
It prays on black and white furious waters poison
Sour behavior feeds with flies and maggots, garbage and decay
Race riots take place silent in the mind at first
End in a pool of blood or something worse
I've lived my life with heart aches and pain,
with trouble's pouring down like fallin rain.
I tried to walk the christian way,
but the lack of knowledge, kept me astray.
Being told all the time I was going to hell you see,
yet I was doing my best, how could this be?
From God, I would try to run and hide,
yet his spirit with me would still abide.
His gentle voice kept saying to me,
know the truth you'll be set free.
I would say to this voice, from deep within,
you will have to show me where I begin.
People spoke of demon's, and evil spirit's, you see,
I was told a million times, they lived inside of me.
I would talk to God, as I'd cry myself to sleep,
He'd tell me in his word, I'd have to dig deep.
I spent Year's of running, trying to drown this voice,
I couldn't get away, it seemed I had no choice.
Through many heartaches, and churches I did go,
I begin to dig deep, I just had to know.
I wouldn't give up, I needed the truth you see,
for it's the only way I could be set free.
And now today from my heart I can truly say,
I know the truth, for his spirit showed the way.
It goes to deep, to write it all down here you see,
like sin, with this word they decieved, both you and me.
Adam and Eve died because of knowledge you know,
we are destroyed for the lack of knowledge, I can truly show.
Take a few minutes, ask me something that you're fighting through,
about sin, spirit's, the devil, for we've been deceived that's true.
Know the truth for it will set you free,
ask your questions, you'll learn the truth from me.