Long Changing Poems
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There is so much deception
Diluted reflections,
Alluding to perfection
But denying the resurrection,
Changing what was formed during conception,
While claiming they are an exception.
It’s only a matter of time,
Before the righteous shine
For these trials are benign
In the grand span of time.
All these tests,
Bring forth the best,
And separate us from the rest.
Some think they are so blessed
But they are goats, I must confess
They are breaches in this mess.
Selling daughters
To the Order
Draping sin
In fine linen
Making love… a financial gain
While your sons go insane
Drinking blood sacrificed to demons
Making wealth off a man’s seaman.
Idolatry clothed in the "common good"
Many have forsaken what God said they would.
Perfecting holy words to fit a style
Don’t you know God says its vial?
Fear of man rather than the one
Who can cast you to hell and heal your son.
The infinite power, love and grace
Has suddenly been altered and replaced
By doctrines of devils and smooth operators
There is only one God and the rest are all haters.
But many go along with the times,
As if time won’t stop and require a fine.
We all have a date with an eternal fate,
We all have a dance with an eternal romance.
The question is what kind of dance will you eventually partake
Will it be pearly white gates or a fire filled lake?
By: Sabina Nicole
After thirty years of missing her
I knew that I had never loved her,
yet there she is
crouching naked over my face
wanting more
and I as willing as ever.
Ghosts are more potent than the living,
a sexual fantasy more gently erotic
than the bruising struggle
between flesh and blood.
Once (a long time ago),
a huge python slid into my house.
I watched it cross the floor,
not mesmerized, but struck into a stillness
by its very existence,
the gravity of its conjunction with my eyes,
its alien presence.
You come to me now
not as an object of love, not as a memory,
but as a presence, a conjunction with
my libido, and something else…
Last night tiny black ants were moving slowly
around the kitchen floor,
of course I sprayed them with ant-killer.
This morning there are corpses to brush away,
Then I see one lone ant travelling
from one poisoned cadaver to another,
as if confirming a reality it had never
experienced before.
It seemed almost like a ritual,
a dance of farewell.
The dead are always with us, never changing,
always the same, and there is no brush
and no away.
I realize now what you still mean to me,
it is something we never meant to each other in life;
it’s now a ritual in a fantasy landscape
where ‘farewells’
are more real than any past love.
I do love you all
on an equal scale,
I'm ready to tell another beautiful tale;
many times before,
I held it inside and hesitated to call...
too afraid to share!
These words area hard to say with thrill,
I wasn't given love and felt cheated by life;
I'm changing all that with a stronger will,
who can bribe fate and not pay the prize?
I'm certain that some of you may ask,
how I do love you all on an equal scale;
did one understand my long silence,
or how I showed affection trough a mask?
Take a better look at me, feel empathy,
I do love you all on equal scale,
gather around me, I'm shouting an apology;
all feelings were lost in a big bale
of paper only written down, never whispered!
I do love you all on an equal scale:
don't ask yourself how I suffered and bled!
I do love you all
in an equal scale,
forget my mindlessness,
I'll make up for my loss;
I do love you all
on a equal scale!
All I Got
The first smell of the morning air
The morning air that never stays the same
A fling with despair
Chagrin no worries no care
Audiences who would of knew
Everyone of them then then you would have known
A story A king A tyrant
A story I'd of never heard out on that Island
Fantasy my brain craves more
The trick of being like the air
My story if time can see that my mind was another me
Putting up with a comedy of errors
I laugh it is a funny story involving a change
Planning to be caring and fair practiced talent
To tolerate all that goes wrong
Living changing learning rearranging
Expect the same challenge as you offer
Fully shielded by what I like
Never a passion dismiss never a passion remixed
Stay tuned to the frequency of toxic resonance
Then practice to orbit the stratosphere
Conquering by visiting the state of Fear
If you see and hear and feel,
smell and taste what's real
about yourself
within our ecosystemic
polyculturing
eco-political cells
Indigenous to Earth's changing lively habitat
of co-redemptive
bicamerally resilient
EgoHealth/EcoSafe Wealth
Together co-invested secular yang strong
yet also sacredly yintegral WholeEarth
bouncy Flow co-empathically cooperative
ego/eco-relation
Ships
no longer co-incidentally passing
in non-violent
compassionate communing nights,
Then what difference remains
between your personal
sacred theological
felt enlightening experience,
and our secular ecological
co-empowering theory,
empirical?
I hoped to write
and boldly sing Earth's holistic
healing love song,
but all I got
was this coincidental moment,
integrity's potential
in-between instead.
There you are again, showing up unexpectedly, in what I see.
Taking my mind on a trip like a screaming train.
As the whistle of truth echoing, is still left unheard.
Rumblings on the tracks, shaking cars, about to derail.
But, it keeps on going and the changing scenes replay.
Like pages of a book, flipping by, in the same old story.
Shown on signs trapped in a long tunnel of darkness,
With only a glimmer of light still flickering ahead.
Will light be reached this time, to remain the end of the story?
But, with you standing there laughing, mocking, one step ahead?
Flashes of mixed images young and old are seen in corners.
Time that turned your innocence into something unrecognizable.
A powerless train ride, with old tears dripping on cement walls.
All the while, you rise to the top of a hierarchy of power.
As if your childhood was erased and now facts non-existent.
Interestingly, you are the most factual person of them all.
But, you have cherry picked the new facts to fit your motives.
I have seen others take your ride to a tragic, abrupt train wreck
- Others that I could not save -
Heidi Sands
11/21/19
FILLE JOLIE
I see the tall apartments as we pass
We all shudder, slowing to a halt
The bus conductor turns and stares
As he stops to collect more fares
This stop-start ride is not his fault
The Place d’Etoile packed with cars
I am off to start a new school term
And almost ready to face the world
It’s 1960 and the times are changing
Career choices soon need arranging
As a young woman, not just a girl
And my independence I do affirm
I will stay to work in this exciting city
Paris also can offer varied recreation
My parents still living up in Normandy
Little villages always full of bonhomie
But my future is more than anticipation
And Gilles said he thought me pretty
The bus has almost reached Pont Neuf
Now yet another day of boring lessons
See the grown up people sitting here
Not everyone has varied lives, I fear
I just hope I’ll make good impressions
Whether as an aristocrat or mere serf
"I am the eyes of time," whispers the Angel of Death. I watch over you each day of your life,
from birth to death. "Neither dusk nor dawn can delude me." I met Death as a child when he
took my sister away. Before he left his hand stroked my hair, leaving a scar on me. Death has
followed me ever since, taking away all people that I love. I know he is lurking in the shadows
just waiting for my last gasp of life. He is in my dreams but I can never see his face.
the night is silent
I am restless in my dream ~
he is whispering
"O fall, let this lore of love be the last ..." As fall comes I feel the pain of loss in my heart and
soul, the changing trees in the cemetery where I visit their tombs is like the "foliage of farewell."
I will never forget the love lost to Death. All those names engraved in cold stone. All the dead
roses left in love. There will come a day when I am old and gray and unable to come, it will end,
one day will be the last.
the trees reach for me
and the angel statues weep ~
the birds sing so sad
The days of my life are like leaves falling, some beautifully colored red or gold. Some brown
and crumbling, they drift away and I cannot hold onto them. I am waiting whispers Death, do
not be afraid. I have loved you always. I feel each scar in your soul, I have caressed you as you
slept, come to me, "as the leaf of life sleeps upon my lips" I am close. Let me kiss your lips.
I wake up gasping
oh, go away Death I yell ~
I am not ready
Ok here we go you want more
get out on that floor
and move your feet to the beat
now dont be slow ok lets start the show
Life has a special tone
its trapped in cell phone
People liking this and postin that
photo shopping there pics
so they dont look fat
Changing the color of there hair and the color of there skin
trying to make themselves look thin
there out on a limb
Hypnotized by the lies
of someone they idealize
dont act surprised
She could be a he that stands up when they pee
thats messed up cant you see
Getting bullied online
by all of mankind
they can turn it off anytime
They dont have to look
we know there hooked
just delete your freakin Facebook
Watching people screw
come on get a clue
you know this is true
Causing drama in other peoples lives
hitting on other peoples wives
thats not very wise in normal peoples eyes
Don't you wish you had a clone
So you don't feel alone
And you both could get stoned
Instead of always looking at your phone
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
tell me the truth, tell me all.
The passing of youth,
and of dreams young.
Reverence for the truth,
songs of the heart, freely sung.
I see the happy days of innocence,
the fond memories of childhood.
The unquestioned acceptance
of all things pure, all things good.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
show me the truth, show me all.
Remembrance of days bygone,
of the pristine, unscarred beauty.
Now a face haggard and drawn,
battling the weight of duty.
I see love greatly returned,
accumulated over the years.
The wisdom painfully earned,
the laughter through the tears.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Reveal the truth, reveal it all
The creases yet to form,
shadows that'll cloud my eye.
To age slowly as per the norm,
morphing, changing, till I die.
I see in all things yet to be done,
the promise of the days to come.
And, in the last setting of the sun,
I see the person I've become.