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We drove in two separate cars a few miles along the ocean shore
I am not afraid, life has been depressing, I just don’t care anymore
We turn down a pebbled driveway, with lion statues guarding the gate
I am shocked when I see us approaching an old Victorian mansion estate
Frank gets out of his car, his blue eyes bright and with a smile on his face
He tells me he just inherited this mansion and is busy renovating the place
He takes my hand as he leads me up the granite steps and into the foyer
He tells me he has a case in town, and has also been working as a lawyer
We walk through a marbled living room and into a nautical themed den
He tells me he has lived here since May as he inherited the mansion then
He then tells me that he has known about me and is distant cousin of my ex
I start to let my guard down, even though I am not sure what will happen next
He looks into my eyes and smiles, takes my hands and gently kisses me
I enjoy his kisses and let him embrace me closer, not feeling afraid only free
He leads me upstairs to his master bedroom with a view of crashing waves
I am so amazed and elated, but I need to slow down and not give in and cave
He takes my hand and leads me out through the French doors to the balcony
We sit in antique wrought iron chairs while sipping wine, just like a fantasy
I suddenly start to feel very sleepy, woozy and faint, not sure what is going on
He then carries me to his large bed, lays me down and the curtains are drawn
I wake up the next morning, realizing I am naked under the covers in his bed
Trying to remember last night, as I start to worry with some feelings of dread
Relieved, I hear Frank coming up the stairs as I start to relax and calm down
But instead an older woman walks in and stops and stares at me with a frown
I am shocked, I ask her who she is and if Frank is here somewhere downstairs?
She tells me she’s the owner, Frank was a contractor hired to do some repairs
She’s been scammed, the job’s not done and Frank's gone with all his tools
I feel a tear run down my face, as I realize I was played and now a gullible fool
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I am reminded of the atheist who died. Or rather was presumably pronounced dead for a
short period of time, then revived. Upon waking, the atheist announced that he had gone
down the tunnel of white light, had seen his dead relatives and in fact met God. He must
have forgotten he didn’t believe in God. Together, perhaps in a city in the clouds or the
clouded foggy afterlife, God conversed with the atheist.
A crowd of people had gathered to hear what God had said.
“Did you ask God what the meaning of life was? ” people wanted to know.
“Did you ask God what the one true religion is? ” others wanted to know.
“Calm down! ” the atheist assured them.
“It just so happens, I asked each of those questions, ” the atheist concluded smugly.
“And? ” people demanded.
There was a pause as if the atheist was conducting the energy of God.
“God told me the meaning of life is…” the people braced for the answer, “Nothing, ” the
atheist said after a pause. He was ecstatic. The people were more than a little disheartened.
“Nothing, you mean there is no meaning to life? ” the people asked.
“Well, that’s one way of putting it, ” the atheist said laughing.
“Or another might mean nothing, as in, you get to make it up as you go along, ” the atheist
said smiling.
“It’s whatever you want it to be, ” the atheist explained.
The people did not seem to get it.
A few looked suicidal.
“Well, at least tell us the one true religion, ” the people demanded.
“Okay, ” the atheist assured them.
There was a pause again as if he was God’s instrument warming up.
“God told me the one true religion is…” the people braced for the answer, “Whichever one is
best for you, ” the atheist said confidently.
“You mean there is no true religion? ” the crowd shrieked.
“What are we going to do? ” the people asked starting to riot. They started to push and shove.
The people got really angry and violent, and they eventually tore the atheist apart. As the
atheist ascended to heaven he asked God how this could have been avoided.
God told the atheist, “There is only one way you could have avoided death…When the people
asked you what God said…you should have stuck to your guns and told them, ‘God…I don’t
believe in God.’”
Excerpt from: Blind Savior, False Prophet
Joseph DeMarco
Sometimes it’s hard to accept
That people don’t believe in your god
You think it’s odd
Because you have strong beliefs.
It’s hard that people don’t
Look like you
Act like you
Do what you do
So now people are dying because
Being “different” isn’t cool
With others
Taking children from their
Fathers and mothers
Teaching them to fight
Saying it’s
Okay to die
those children
Don’t know why
They were chosen
But then they are strapped
To some device
Not thinking twice
Brainwashed even
Saying they will be a hero
Mama I am a hero
Papa I am a hero
And then they are gone
They became
Devices of war
And there is no peace.
You took a peaceful god
And changed it.
You created
A new Religion
And
Instead of praying to that peaceful god
You once believed in
You are praying to a twisted god
A god of death
A god of destruction
A god of selfish beings
A god which thrives on hatred
And terror
People shot
People crying
Innocent people dying
Losing their lives
Getting attacked
And killed in front of their
Husbands and wives
If you’re Jewish
You are bad
If you are American
You are bad
They want to change the life you had
Cause they come
And just destroy
They think every weapon
Is a toy
They don’t care if you convert
They just care if you get hurt
They don’t know when to stop
Because
Pain and suffering makes them
Stronger
Thinking their attacks
Will stay in news casts longer
Getting people’s attention
Not to mention
The tension
Between countries
We just want peace
Please
Because we are all human
And everyone can
Live in peace
We can all get along
We can share a song
And then maybe you will see
There’s really no difference
Between you and me
I breathe
You breathe
I think
You think
I love you love
I feel you feel
So what’s the deal?
We don’t all have the same brain
We know that that’s driving you insane
But you have to stop bringing this world pain
Because it is not what anyone wanted
The lives of all the people on this earth
Are haunted
If you want us to understand
Do something better than command
Us to convert
We will listen
And negotiate
Till we can finally agree
But no reason conquer every city
Just calm down
And we will too
And hope for peace
Between me and you.
Form:
Today I found the perfect bench to navigate in the silence, to peacefully hear all its voices and maybe writing one of my creepy stories.
Voice of distant sirens, planes flying, birds singing, voices of calm.I am just waiting for the early night...it is just 5:00 pm and it is getting dark. I cannot see my old friend, the sun, he is hiding around.Somehow he managed to leave me here in the cold with the lights of Manhattan skyline.
What the buildings have to say tonight? I still do not know, I am here just to discover it what is inside of them. I am just focusing on their lights, their shine, their whispers, their words.. I just want to stop to stay, just want to stare at them for hours, just listening the magic voice of silence.
There is a bridge far away. It is foggy, I barely see, it seems to be Whitestone bridge. Whitestone Bridge What do you have to say? What about your red lights? I can see some of your red spots.
Suddenly, I got distracted by a loud strumbling noise. There is a plane flying over my head, now I come back to feel the lights mirroring in the water, it is beautiful, reflections are sharing with me old city stories.
I feel the skyline lights, they are touching me, New York City is telling me to calm down, is telling me to not cry, to see its lights in my darkest nights...just like tonight.
I feel alone, the buildings are my friends, Manhattan is my soul. I just want to be there, walking in the city, breathing its air, flying inside that fog, running away, playing like a child in the snow.
My first winter in New York, I am shivering from cold, I feel I cannot write anymore. My hands are telling me to stop but my heart is telling me to go on, to write some more. I'm hungry, I have not had lunch, I was in a rush. I just wanted to come here and write with the sun but now he is gone.
I cannot stand here in the cold, the wind is pushing me away, my perfect bench is grabbing my legs with its invisible arms. I feel them, bench's arms are hugging me strong, telling me to stay, but for today I said no, I am struggling with its force, I will stop.
Goodbye cold, goodbye New York, goodbye my hidden sun. I hope tomorrow when I come here you are not gone.
by
@justnewyork4ever
@lestherkarina
Lesther Karina Nieves©
12/12/2020
Uneasy calm!The crystal ball of clearity incompletely serened atmosphere for
serious,sensible decision making.A profane confirmation of black or white,
narrow or wide,positive,negative or neutral response.A turning point!
Uneasy calm!Pervades the air in an atmosphere of temporary settled confusion,
upheaval and general uncertainties awaiting a definite final answer.Certainly a
concise decision must follow;the starting point of chains of reactions.
Uneasy calm!The think thank of all the egg heads of all world opinion leaders
and eiderstate's men.Clear mindedness is the game.No mistakes!Could be
costly!All details must be censored and put in place now.Alright!
Uneasy calm!A situation that calls for serious sober reflections and concise
collation of all relevant statistics,logistics and vital necessary information to forge
ahead.The complete picture of the expressed definite answer.
Uneasy calm!Your dimensions are multifaroius.Good or bad!Peace or war!
Enjoyment or suffering!You have the final answer.Egg heads!You cannot afford to
make mistakes at this point.No!No!!No!!!Not at all.We count on you.
Uneasy calm!Dialogue,compromise,fairplay and finding alternative lasting
solutions to problem solving is your best option.War is completely out of the
game!Reason!There are millions of positive options at your disposal.Choose!
Uneasy calm!Your best choice is satety of human life's and peace for all nations.
This is the only antidote and best tonic for the world at the moment.Peace!Peace!!
Peace!!! is golden.Embrace it!
Uneasy calm!Your only legacy is an unalloyed world stability and unity among all
nations.Nobody is screening or judging anybody.Everybody has a right to his own
opinion!Pick the positive ones to move the world forward.Calm down!Embrace
peace always.
Uneasy calm!The world is an egg that is placed delicately in your hands for
keeps at the moment.It must not break.Scrutinize and weigh all options very
well.Your time must be remembered for good.
Uneasy calm!You are close to the best options.Use all machinery at your
disposal.human resources and ideas,technology and fine details firmly on
ground
to move forward.The world is at your mercy.Restrain!
The best of us don't make sense
And it's hard to show all the corners of us
But there is no one to blame but our nature
When what's inside we are supposed to nurture
And it's a case of good vs bad
For some, evil vs the taste of the devil
For that fool likes it more than sour
He make a minute of fear feel like an hour
The best of us see what many others don't
The best of us go through things we can't explain
And the best way to handle what others consider “crazy”
Is to just stay sane. So damn sane.
He may seem so strong, she may seem so soft
Yet it's the talkers just trying to find themselves…
Through words
Yet it's the weak ones who choose to cave in early…
As if suicide doesnt take strength.
And no matter what we go through
Some part of us always stays the same
Some part of us just wants to lay down and rest
While the world wants to continue on with its game
And you don't have to tell a soul
How you really feel about anything
And you don't have to let anyone help you
Even God waits for you to ask
Its called free will, and in it you should bask
And you can change all you want
But you can't replace your womb-given soul
Us women, we literally grow a soul in our core
Only a fool afterwards would strive to do more
And i get sick of being here
Yet i know i have been put someplace safe
Still…yet still…while my heart can calm down between these walls
Something else in my mind just continues, to me, call
And i try to listen
It's just so distant
And don't know how to meet it halfway
For some reason, it also wants me to stay
Whatever or whoever it is
They have all the patience of the worlds entire existence
To let me be still and caught in the middle
They let me feel completely excused
From a place where i was probably abused
They led me to “here”, where I can be left alone
Yet i fear, i deeply miss them…right to the bone
Even though it's like a distant dream
For it i just want to scream
So i just lay here, close my eyes
And keep it in my dream…
That’ll have to do
Since you won't let me come to you
Giving me a long life
In exchange for what, i don't know
But thats whats protecting me
The mystery
In some way…this is all for me
The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!
The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened its gates and gravity pulls them down below the blemished ground…where they once slept…
Ashes placed here and there…buried…left untouched…unseen for years
Tell the others…”LEAVE OR THEY’LL FACE THEIR ABOMINABLE FATE”
Seven souls are casted to the graveyard
One must crawl out…of the crust…
Unveil your true nature…unwind for a time…scream out the truth
Learn to listen…learn to gain understanding and wisdom…GAIN INSIGHT…
Tread the narrow path…not the sinful, rocky trail…
Oh God, will you lift them up from their deathbeds?
Empty…lost…don’t forlorn for your love…she’ll return to you soon…go forward, despite your loss…
Shameful…alone…don’t look back – don’t step into that trap!
Calm down…you must leave her behind for a time…and forget and forgive the perilous past
A petite, sweet, black rose is placed next to her tombstone…I’m sorry for the agony that swallowed you whole like an immense tide
Pour forth your Mercy…upon him…let him trek the road to paradise
Exit the land of the dead…and live for eternity and you’ll earn true happiness
Forget not the gifts you come in contact with
Rummage not into the Storage Room full of horrid memories
Off you trot…run away from this nightmare…this living nightmare…
Marvel at the black, velvet sky and pray to Him…welcome the sun with open arms
Isolate yourself from the ghosts that doused you with long-term grief
Torn apart by your absence, I finally found my way out of my own wistful snare…
Sell not your heart of gold…keep it and treasure it…it’ll serve you good
Dark spirits…GOOD RIDDANCE…purge from him his painful distress…
Escort him to a better place…a palace he calls Home…
Make sure to spread out good news upon him…so he won’t feel that searing stress
I hope for the best for him…I don’t care how insane I sound right now…
Silly how much I can actually sympathize with him…LOOK up to Him
Exactly…I’d be careful what you wish for or pray for…
“Would you have wanted me to kiss you?” he asked
Behind the screen, she trembled
Teasing was her best defense
To calm down her beating heart
She typed…
“I let you hold my hand… what did that tell you?”
How could she know?
That the 15 year old boy at camp
The one who had pursued her relentlessly
Had awakened in her stranger fluttering sensations
Throbbing realities of a feeling
She hardly understood
How could she know
That the 45 year old man he’d become
The one behind the screen
Had never forgotten her
Still wanted her
After all these years...
“It thought you wanted to cross the street," he shot back.
“A sense of humor? I don’t remember that,” she countered.
Still unsure…with feelings raw
They joked
Back and forth
A volley of questions
Comments
Cut from the fabric of their hearts
Reconnecting
Picking up where they'd left off
Unresolved questions
Tentative players
In this game
Typing away
Hearts aflame…
“Yes, you should have kissed me...
Now I will never know what it would be like”….
Her fingers flew across the keyboard
Serving the fireball of a comment
That had been searing her heart
All these years
Why hadn’t he kissed her?
Heart pounding…she now waited for his response
The man she never forgot
For a moment
They were back at camp
Summer sun
Sand and fun
Beautiful Mediterranean beach
Sizzling heat
She 13….he 15
What had they known about love?
About passion?
“I didn’t know how you’d react…
I wasn’t man enough."
What could she say to this man?
Her first love?
The one whose hand she had held
Behind her brother’s back at campfire…
After all these years…
She’d found him
After wondering why
She had her answers
He’d never forgotten her
That kiss…..
Hung between them
Throbbing with pain
Trembling with promise
Now driving them both insane…
What would it have been like
That kiss….
Would it have changed....destiny?
Sealed their young love in a forever pact?
Now…they’d never know
A chapter they could not reopen
Perhaps, it was never meant to be
But how those memories had stayed
To haunt them in the night
What might it have been like
Had they shared
That gentle sweet
Wispy and tender
Light as a young lover's dream...
That ONE kiss….
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Broken promises churn my heart,
like what the desert whirlwind does
to the desolate dunes.
I can’t calm down my twirling turbulence,
pent-up rage shatters the shield of forbearance,
turns me into discarded debris of indignity
within the intolerant ignominious abyss.
The sanguine awareness then finds patience,
the candle of inner strength,
ignited as the guiding light
in the web of exigent intolerance,
entangling the essence of my muddled mindset.
Amidst the commotion of turbulent life,
the alchemic anchor of calmness
prevents me from being swept away
by the coercive currents of compulsion,
enabling me to approach life challenges
with composed and collected altered attitude.
I discover the innate fortitude,
that braces me in the tempest of life,
builds the bridge that fosters discernment,
appreciative of the deviant thought perception,
constructing entwined resilient connections.
The mystique mist shrouds my penultimate path
to the time future, fading in the obscurity.
In twilight zone the sunset swansong echoes
the tune of forlorn spent life, silhouetted still
against the tranquil skyline.
The shards of shattered hope on dejected drift,
fly like birds with colors to the restful nest
across the calm canvas of the setting sun,
where the remnant rays of revival survives,
designing the last latent lattice of dream,
that swathes the sanguinity sphere of my listless life.
The rain-washed sparkling sky
spreads the seamless spectrum
of my opulent dreams yet to be dreamt,
embroidered in the tapestry of fantasy
with the charisma of chromatic imagery,
where the surreal strings design the splendor
of the resplendent rainbow motif,
arching over the halcyon horizon
that beckons me to the concert of being.
Fascinated, I feel the vibrato of vivacious life.
In the stalled turbid times,
defused in the miasma of despair,
I turn the dented emotive impulse
into the lyrical crescendo of concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings,
I fly in the rhapsodic sky of sonata
to the harmonic home of serene afflatus,
and realize the nascent notion
that life is a symphony.
Don’t be afraid to say sorry
Don’t be scared to cry loud the tears of apology
No boat can sail the ocean of offence except sorry
No ticket is valid to access the broken heart either
Sorry is the master key to open all the doors
Even the pillar of love has no strength without sorry
Sorry is the song of conciliation to unite again
Happiness is just an illusion without sorry
No tears worth to be shed if meant no sorry
Even sad face means nothing, if sorry isn’t written on it
Say sorry to calm down the weeping soul
I love you is incomplete to win back the lost trust
And kiss is not sweet enough without sorry
Sweethearts and honey are useless names
Promises are so empty if not feeling sorry
No matter how red the roses are
Violets can be perfectly blue to make a healthy flower
Taking her out is also a complete waste of time
No matter how expensive the gifts can cost
All are just fakes without sorry
A thousand times you can say it
A million times you can name it
But that is no higher than meaning it just once
Sorry brings back hopes that were fallen apart
No house is entitled to stand without sorry
The wind blows away the helmets of those who shows no remorse
Those who go ignorant and ashamed to let sorry plays with their tongues
Quarrels and arguments take their turn to pride themselves
But sorry define all their weaknesses and expose their shamelessness
Sorry doesn’t mean that you are guilty thus it shows the bolder you
However it have the tendency to impose how foolish you are
Arrogant think that sorry is the song to sing by fools
But foolish are those who deny pronouncing the meaning of it
It takes sorry to settle with the scores that seems too difficult to achieve
Great Lions of the jungle can roar and dangerous snakes can lift their heads high
But it is consistently takes a wise word to calm them down no matter how dangerous it might
The power of love is intimacy
The feeling of sympathy is humility
The sign of achievement is victory
But the highest of them all is sorry
It conquers amongst the rest and turn the worst to be the best
Live the life humble and never be ashamed to be sorry