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THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM!
They said I’m like the calm before the storm, that little glimmer of light out over the raging sea. The thin line between the sky and the sea. That ever so awkward feeling you get that puts you on the edge of your seat
The feeling you get when you’re unsure of the outcome or what role you play. The mixed up emotions and Unhealed traumas from the innermost part of yourself, that threatens to resurface from the dark abyss of you mind casting tumultuous waves all in and throughout your life.
See me I’m the calm before the storm, the stillness of a ticking time clock counting down each second , each minute and each hour waiting to release the years of suppressed feelings and emotions, alongside my own traumas and generational traumas and curses.
My calm over the years has evolved, leaving me unsure of the way I might react or if I’ll react at all. My calm these days just ain’t as calm anymore but can you blame me for that. For years, and I do mean years 26 years to be exact I’ve be silenced.
Told to push my feelings down and not express them, taught to stay in a child’s place and never tell anyone not even family what goes on in anyone else’s house even if it is hurting me. Told that I’ve always been naive and this is just the way the universe wishes to repay me.
Lost, confused, downright defeated the calm in me has begun to boil up steaming like the vegetables you steam in your cooking pots. Searching and praying for just one person who will just listen and no not listen to solve the problem or to simply have a response. But for someone who would dare to be different and just want to understand.
Tick Tock tick tock goes the timer on my calm because nowadays I am struggling to regain control over my calm before it turns into a storm. This beautiful crafted majestic blue butterfly has reached her limit bursting out the seam of my cocoon do I dare unleash my storm
Manipulated , abused, silenced and damn sure misunderstood I look around and silently respond to my calm, it’s time to release the storm that’s within me. So I can heal and grow cause God for sure knows I’ve learned and continue to learn what it truly means to be THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM
No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are
Space, bridled by the fire balls of debris
To be explored once in the field of vision
That seem to come from nothing
Gone nova moving forward over eons
That follow in the open cosmic sea
Alternate universes yet to be observed
The ones with six dimensions or more
Vacuums pouring out pure particles
Emptying into something still to be determined
Into the unknown as wide as real as motion
To be defined, farther out in space
Farther than the mind can comprehend
Sounds that can't be embraced or heard
Out there, distances between the planets
Is enormous, before and after they are gone
So long measured in the calm before the storm
Reality is not mentioned here or there
Since there is no reference point to find
Too close for comfort as worlds collide
We resolve to change existence while in orbit
Bridged by alternate universes where planets rise
Stars go nova all the time
Elastic in an ocean of provocateurs
In the minus hours of creation
Jagged stones became much smoother
Edges compress in their rotations on
Filled in with shape and form
Earth was born in orbit
Weather forces wear down rocks
One size fits the planet well in gravity
Profound and rounded in ways too hard
To understand or simplify in cosmic terms
Conditions to strange to fathom circumstances
Or describe as fiction from long distances
More ovals on the horizon grow
Escape velocity stretched to the limits
On the elliptic mist where history lives
Rocks expand into the planets heavens
This all happens in split seconds over time
To fall all together from the sky to where we are
In every instant that can be conjectured on
Thought, as reality unfolds back on itself
Where it all began in silent matter conjured up
In the void, there is no noise
Space listens to questions postulated
Over distances filled in by vacancies
Cheap wine dimmed in the candle light thinking my life's bleak like her dreams keep cramping my sleep and I've had it with uncleaned teeth clamping when they bite like a dog with a lock jaw slamming tight.
Remote needs batteries check her sock draw and I'll find a rabbit with a new batch of soft **** man will like.
Is she into man or d***
Bet you a dime she likes both now we're slapping high fives and I try and cope.
Leaving alone this whole mess that she has evoked.
I'm only mentioning sexuality as a joke, I know she likes men, she likes those who can fly a fist.
Getting high and pissed meant we'd f*** first then fight and kiss.
I'm acting like a scientist leading this experiment where she became the guinea pig feeding my intelligence.
Sent as a saviour they processed her papers. I almost fled home from her reckless behaviour.
The police came arrested her later and she became exactly what they meant by it's heinous. It's crazy we did time from flipping out big time, no big crime though still kept remanded for street fights.
Now I'm out of D side nothing can hold me down so where's my polar cloud sound of shadows feet creeping up. Strengthening the tone of the voice saying keep in touch.
I may have won the battle though I lost what I'd always loved.
Calm before the storm where I'd walk with my wolf we'd strut.
Talk tongue in cheek to those speaking some awful stuff with a forked tongue and a weak performance, just fools who wanna reak the rewards for some cheap decorum.
My requirements particular it's the mind I'm born with.
Giving sincerity, acceptance, respect and integrity.
Serenity prayer on my ribs so remember me.
I've been through some hard times in hell and kept going till I past it.
The ***** tried to harm my existence and this time I stayed calm got her evicted.
This is one minute of my story so listen up.
Failures not fatal, success ain't permanent.
It's not giving up what matters and I'm sure of it.
The autumn breeze goes through the lushful green yet hint of yellowing trees, it's so blissful, yet so fearful.
Laying in the warm green grass, as the breeze flies through my hands.
The warm sun is almost cool enough to touch , as the colors paint the sky.
The wind is calm before the storm, the sun as bright , the warmth of everything just right ,before the storm came.
The trees all ripped , the leaves turned black .
The grass gone dead, the sun hidden behind the dark midnight,moonless,sky.
The cold ripping wind, trying to tear what's left.
The cold grass ,itchy and hurting as you fall to your knees.
The icy winds make shivers send up your spine.
He's standing over you , so is she ….
The storm arrived
The shadows of them make you tear up and want to hide.
They found you , you tried to hide.
As you get up to run, he trips you she beats you down.
When you scream no one can hear you.
Your screams are eternal.
You crawl away with your broken bones and bleeding arms , you made yourself do it.
You have that glimpse of hope still flowing through you and it makes you want to release it.
Since the pain is the only thing that feels real you do it again and again.
They say “look at her she's ugly”
“look at her she's so weak”
“Omg is she crying ? she's such a baby”
“Look at the stupid girl”
“Your such an idiot “
“God he will never love you “
“Stop trying”
“No one will ever love you “
They ruin you , the words they say run through your head daily.
For two years… she has been beating you , he's been breaking you for three.
They became a team.
Breaking you in every way.
Your trust ? gone
You’re hope? Vanished
Your love? Still there
Your humanity ? disappearing
Your hatred for yourself ? in full gear
You wish you could disappear.
You wish you weren't alive.
You wish you could die .
But the hope…
That little ounce of hope
That’s what is keeping you alive.
[G.Bullock]
The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront its shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from our tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the Typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the Monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
While we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
Leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me
"The Poet Who Lies Within"
Form:
Carefully placed
Thought before action
Action before regret
Regret before memory
Memory all that remains
Of pain etched on face
As strokes were made
Forehead creased
And wispy breaths
Through Grimaced
Grinding teeth
Knuckles white
Clutching tight
Muscles all tensed
As reflection
In blue eyes
turn to Crimson
To red
How does it seem
So far away now
Only in still gush of water
Thoughts are found
Face buried deep beneath
Murky depths
Only bubbles
of feather weighted air
Evolve from tightly strung lips
That hide secrets of thoughts unmasked
Yet they fear
They fear the story
The story they swore
They never would
Let slip past again
Little girl
Clutching slippery knees
Trying to hide
What she dares not Admit
has been committed
A deed so foul
Evidence emits
Making seen bet lost
With the devil with his demons
With regret
Water-matted hair
Strings past
Red raw eyes
From tears silently
Burning through
The absent gaze
Thoughts of demons
Re-emit
"What have you done now?"
Menace in the raspy voices
In which they speak
"I see again old skills
Have been perfected"
Her body shivers in fear
How did she let them
Again so near
"Twitchy twitchy little girl
How did you manage to again unfold
We watched
We waited
Our time is come
Revenge on you oh little one"
Suddenly writhing
In apparent frustration
Of demons drawn near
She screams under her breath
Scared to be revealed
Scared of death
She stops
All becomes still
Is this the end
Have they collected their kill?
Calm before the storm
Or moment of silence
After it has passed
Muscles start to tighten
Head slowly lifts up
Hair slithers into
Framing of face
She faces directly forward
Eyes glistening
With what will scare
Truthful Anger
Demented trust
Disillusioned bloodlust
Of life a lost
Her eyes glisten
But where
Will the vengeance
Finally start
To end
Where demons
left their mark
A painful red
Memory to defend
It’s been so long that we have been together
Though many years have passed I’m yours forever
I can’t stop thinking `bout the fun we’ve had
Our life together is still super rad
It’s just a hurricane of love
~Coming our way~
Still a hurricane of love
~Double red flag warning~
Just a hurricane of love
~Blowing us away~
Still a hurricane of love
~Flooding our emotions~
This is the calm before the storm above
And we are trapped in an eyewall of love
Gusts of desire drive us to our fate
It’s way too late now to evacuate
It’s just a hurricane of love
~Coming our way~
Still a hurricane of love
~Double red flag warning~
Just a hurricane of love
~Blowing us away~
Still a hurricane of love
~Flooding our emotions~
These Cat 5 feelings we just cannot stop
Emotions whirling like a spinning top
Your riptide pulls me in so ever deep
Storm surge of love so strong it makes me weep
It’s just a hurricane of love
~Coming our way~
Still a hurricane of love
~Double red flag warning~
Just a hurricane of love
~Blowing us away~
Still a hurricane of love
~Flooding our emotions~
It’s just a hurricane of love
~Coming our way~
We keep each other wanting more
~Double red flag warning~
Still a hurricane of love
~Blowing us away~
We’re not in Kansas anymore
~Flooding our emotions~
It’s just a hurricane of love
~Storm surge of desire~
Still a hurricane of love
~Rising higher and higher~
Still a hurricane of love…
***
October 25, 2019
F T I series 8 passion
Brian Strand, sponsor
The rush of emotion,
The thud of adrenaline,
Amidst the commotion,
Scouting for medicine,
Those who speak, keep others in line,
Patience they say and all will be fine,
Those who seek, know things won’t easily resolve,
Eagerly scurrying to make it dissolve,
Official alerts keep people in check, informing them of what is allowed,
as unwarranted announcements dangerously mislead the crowd,
Reluctantly people stay meters apart and follow orderly entry,
Confusion, melancholy, as you walk on streets that are now completely empty,
Time drains endurance, and claustrophobia re-emerges as psychotic fears,
Supplies are torn from shelves as viciously as panthers strike deers,
Once again returning to the cage you call home, concealing, to avoid this pain,
Isolation is a temporary unprecedented solution, slowly driving us all insane,
Whilst frustration builds up, heart pounds, pulses race,
Families blind-sided, the grief, and longing for their embrace,
Others conspire against the data and graphs,
Throwing caution aside for barely a few laughs,
Amidst those affected by this cruel wave of tyranny,
The delusional rascals, mock and make of it a parody,
As long as time may feel like it drags on, alas,
A year then another does pass,
Technology advances, protection now attainable,
Whilst acknowledging that objection is no longer sustainable,
Hypocrisy at its finest, a political charade,
Restrictions persist, riots parade,
life then appears to go back to the norm,
yet this false sense of security is the calm before the storm,
Just as we reach a historic milestone,
Another variant, another unknown,
the internal struggle that is not addressed,
the emotional trauma now suppressed,
although it tore apart, it also brought humanity together,
Prevention is a start, the battle does feel to drag on forever.
The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from out tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
Will we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
And leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me
Form:
“Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story...”
GRAVE MISTREATMENT
Yeah, Doc, it really was a long time ago
But the emotional scars are still there, you know
He came into my room while I was away
And scattered things in complete disarray
Why he chose me, I still question
Perhaps just to teach others a lesson
He moved me to an empty dorm
It was like the calm before the storm
“Welcome to Jenny Barracks”, the note he left read
I'll never forget what that note said
He had classified me as a female ass
A degrading thing, a lowly class
I spent my nights in solitude
I was humiliated and treated rude
Every day, he'd strip my bunk
And call me names – I felt like junk
Tossed aside like a filthy rag
For him to torment, debase, and nag
I felt it my duty to let it go on
In just three weeks, I knew I'd be gone
Nights dragged on in great despair
Why had this man put me there
Then the day of graduation came
But I would never be the same
I left Texas, bound for home
Nights of solitude were finally gone
Forty-eight years have passed on by
Yet I still have nightmares and often cry
To think someone could be so cruel
And treat another like an utter fool
Causing such hurt and emotional pain
When he himself had nothing to gain
Now, Doc, let me tell you this
I live a life that's filled with bliss
I'll not forget those days gone by
But on the nights I start to cry
My tears are never cried in vain
Jesus Christ heals all the pain
I know He hears my every plea
And I thank Him for delivering me
The things I told you made me sad
To tell the truth, they made me mad
But thank you, Doc, for listening to me
Would you care for another cup of tea
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This is based on a conversation between a Vietnam Vet and his psychiatrist