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Open- up your truth box let me see inside;
Open- up your world and shine your star.
Don’t hide behind the fear, it’s just a mirage.
When you smile at me what am I seeing?
Are you being honest -Are you really caring.?
What are you preparing, are you living-out-loud?
bold and daring.?
Open- up and tell me what you really feel inside.
Who taught you to be judgmental, and stand on false pride.?
You punish yourself for loving someone who does not think like you.
You dare not be true to your feelings so you pretend that they're true.
It’s OK to role-play if you know the way back in.
When it all boils down, you are lost in your own skin.
Open- up your truth box – and let me see your real mind.
Dare to be yourself, because you are one of a kind.
I wonder who you really are, are you really a superstar?
Is that role that you’re playing the only script you know?
Or are you just a quote that somebody wrote –?
A script that’s been rehearsed, not at all diverse.
Can you find the person that you were really destined to be? –
When your Creator sent you to earth did you do what you came to do?
Have you ever wondered who you truly are?
Do you know what you're made of?
Do you know why you are here?
When last do you remember, when you were truly you.?
This is your life, your time, so take the driver’s seat.
Do you just tag along, with people that you meet?
Have you created anything that changes the course of fate?
Have you seen your passion staged, as the main event.?
Or do you feel more comfortable
''living other people’s dreams "You know";
Daily doing nothing, just along for the ride;
With second-hand experiences
Do you seem to be content?
Open- up your truth box- Evaluate your worth-
Start today to live your life, Sanctify the precious time,
spent here on this earth.
Experience your tour - Let integrity unfold.
Open- up your truth-box; Let all the world behold.
The core of you
Does not float like you think it does
It is anchored in what you believe
You sometimes don’t fathom all of you
Because you reject the reflection
What your mind is telling you
You refuse to acknowledge
That at times floating
Prevents you from taking responsibility
It’s like an emergency exit
That you continually run towards
Whenever life gets tough
You can float all you want
Until one day
The decision will be made for you
Only then will you realise to float
Also boils down to a choice
It might not be in the direction you hoped
But then again you had the choice
But you refused the offer
Because you preferred to float
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My mental notes are like those from a psychologist
Full of monologues and constant wars between myself
Cause most times I'm undecided whether to take the high
For I'm used to the lows that give a mean punch
My mental notes are something of a cry of help
Of a character stuck in he's ways
That it's hard to try and change
Cause it will be like straying from what he's known
My mental notes describes all the chaos
The beautiful madness that creates perfect peace on paper
Cause it all boils down to a harmless paper
And all the harm it can do is cause a long paper trail
My mental notes belong in a mental hospital
Cause I see things that normal minds don't
I hear words speak, and that's not normal
And I make words speak to you once you read them
The PO£T
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
I thought I would try entering Three Contest
With one poem--
MY POETRY SOUP RECIPE
By Cindi Rockwell
A NATURAL METAPHOR
By Jamie Pan
WORD CHALLENGE CONTEST
By Silent One
This should triple my losses,
Just think 3 N/A's for the work of one.
I must be getting lazy or going crazy
but here goes.........
I might seem as nutty as a fruitcake
Or having a slight touch of Insanity
But here's some food for thought, ingredients I've got
Though my recipe for Soup, starts with Humanity
Now, for those who like life a little spicy
I'll add a little dash of profanity
I'm afraid to put to much, for it'll taste like double dutch
And everything I say, just Inanity
I hate to say it, but, I stir the pot
'Cause people who like soup, hate Mundanity
But when the kitchen gets to hot, and I gave it all I've got
I step outside and show some Urbanity
Sometimes, I will burn a dish or two
Hoping that's the only Fatality
Cause if it doesn't rhyme, I'll just add a pinch of thyme
And never taste the flavors of Brutality
It's true I like to add a smirk or giggle
Course, there's times it boils down to reality
So, any way it goes, in your mouth then out your nose
I'm really do not care much for Formality
I tried to make three dishes at a time
To only serve, a half baked Morality
After working, my fingers to the bone
It's clear, I'm no "gourmet" of Mentality
Now everything I make is "Du Jour"
Creating new flavors with Vitality
And if they scorch my entrée, on the way
I hope I never act with Volcantiy
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Very little mercy remains in the modern approach to euthanasia; it has become a contradiction in terms. While the concept may sound ethical to outsiders, for the immediate family it often boils down to sheer economics, moving far beyond a simple legal subject. Even when legal systems allow mercy killing after lengthy deliberations, it is restricted to the passive type—forcing both the patient and their relatives to endure silent pain for an extended period. In desperation, the final lines of this piece are written one foot longer to mirror that agonizing, drawn-out struggle.
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Silent my heart goes to souls long in strife---
To those in ailing beds, to drooping chins,
In hope who treat as god the mute machines
Linked to lifeless wires, breathing borrowed life.
The life in coma may no longer feel,
But those who tend them pick an humble pie,
And suffer worse in watching loved ones die,
The sick may fade, the wardens feel great ill.
Poor patients live a life of virtual corn,
In beds of death to nameless numbers turn
In health-care shops whose ways and means we mourn,
Whilst loved ones watch blind to the goings-on.
These wealth-care shops, not health, have one-way lanes
Called ICUs, hidden black-holes so mean,
Each life policed by a callous machine,
While near and dears peep through the window panes.
Nurses come and go taking copious notes,
While monitors keep up robotic beat,
Pump blood, but scarce the life as human treat,
The doctors deign, but where are rescue boats?
Intensive care goes too extensive now,
Expensive too as measured by the bills,
While pockets pinch, the wounded, weary wills,
What price is life? The dying shows us how.
The fate must rest on medical mercy,
On chance, not choice, the game will end one day,
When switches flip, poor life is left to pray,
The patient, impatient, pleads: end my agony.
Yet, mercy killing, barred from the halls of ethics,
Is left to wail elegies on economics!
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Musings | 02.04.2011, revised Sept 2026| care, compassion, death, life, Elegiac lyric
Note: One may read also two more pieces on the subject: In search of dignity (04,03.2011), and Gentle unto death (02.10.2008).
Started crashing out
With your picture on the dash
There’s no way I’m catching up
blew my engine trying to get to you
I wasn’t fast enough
Should’ve read the captions huh
Should’ve kept a side piece to avoid the loneliness
I ain’t get no answer trying to count on you
It wasn’t adding up
Hope you stay safe
Ima stay dangerous
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
You a crazy ass chick
Im a fool trying to hit
When you pop out the mouth
I’m trying to give you a kiss
I do the dash when i trip
You ain’t hop out the whip
Miss me with that
You ain’t getting back
I can’t count on nobody
Blue faces green fifties
After the bag till it’s with me
The world could get tricky
I pour my heart with some henny
Why these people don’t like me
They always trying to fight me
They know where to find me
It’s always what I say
It boils down to what I sow
Get me off speaker
Tweaking out my destiny
Hang up the phone
Popping out your mouth
Our sex is something
like a ritual
Love me for who I am
And not for my potential
It might look convincing
But I just don’t feel it anymore
When people talk about it
I don’t feel it anymore
The rhythmic blows don’t hit home
The sounds are all spent
Just hollow, the refrain
It doesn’t mean a thing
I don’t think it ever did
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
Wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
'Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
You don’t need to feel it
‘Cause it’s written all o’er my face
It’s not like I planned it
It’s just the way things ended
Hearts can’t be dictated
I’m sorry if this hurts
But I can’t play this role no more
I’m sorry if I’m breaking your heart
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
From wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
‘Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
Saying I don’t feel it
Boils down to conviction
The moving signs are everywhere
It’s clear like daylight
My heart refuses to beat for you
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
From wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
‘Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
*THIS TRAIN DON’T STOP THERE ANYMORE BY ELTON JOHN*
Contest: Dear John
Placed: 7th
© All Rights Reserved
There is a higher being
one that chooses to speak the truth through us
To not believe is a grave disobedience parallel to disobeying the word
in the new covenant the circle is complete
You must take this wound and cover it for what it's worth
as part of the whole body inflicted and injured
because healing comes from the charity forgiving praying
For those poor blind souls lost to the world
they need to rise above their human weaknesses
in the end it boils down too whom do you serve
I felt the blade enter cutting deeper than the bone
The lies need to be stopped and exposed
at what table would a character sit
one side supports division by ruthless measures
the other peace and unity
There is a sadness about betrayal it never comes from our enemies
this bar is set high because what is rotten corrupts the very fruit with poisonous lies
the apple will always fall for the temptations as gravity pulls
against the force the window of the soul reflects how the heart operates
Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.