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Fighting change is fighting progress holding me back even longer,
Find myself going in circles like a hamster wheel in motion,
I'm tired of the struggle, trapped in a cage
Break me out of my selfish ways,
Change my focus and change my habits
Learn something new and transform like magic.
Change my point of view
Clean out my heart and make it new,
Direct my steps like a gps
Help me to follow the path you have set.
I want to know you more, got to work hard with all I have,
And do my best with no regrets stop living out of my past
And fix what I can instead of questioning your plan.
It's my desire to change so help me change,
So I can live the life you gave to me
Worry free with you and your truth.
Replace my errors with your love
And clean out my heart
I want a fresh start.
You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out
I need you to change me.
I'm searching for a newer me
Not what I used to be
Looking for something
That changes my identity.
I'm trying to avoid it,
But change is a process that can't be avoided,
It's something that comes with making choices.
Continuing in my old tracks is not the move
It’s choosing to lie rather than tell the truth.
I want to reflect you in the best way
But I can't if I run away.
You are the light that guides my steps
You are the one who knows what's best.
Lead me by your light
Cast out my fears like shadows in sunlight.
So many times I feel like just giving up
I need guidance on how to strengthen my weak spots
And keep my head up.
I know you're always there through it all
Ready to catch me when I fall.
Like a support system you always have my back
When I feel lost you get me back on track.
Stop fighting the thing that I so greatly need
A process that can bring me peace.
I need to change, expose me to my new identity
Flip the switch in my heart so I can restart.
You are changing me
Forever changing me
From the inside out
I need you to change me.
I'm searching for a newer me
Not what I used to be
Looking for something
That changes my identity.
Marijuana sommelier,
A marijuana or weed expert.
A Mary Jane professional.
Someone happy
to let the grass grow.
Not a junkie or druggie,
but a pro, a get high expert.
Weed connoisseur.
As a kid, If I had known
about this profession,
I would’ve been up there
with the best of them,
like Cheech and Chong.
But don’t get me wrong
I’m here to confess
I used to smoke
some of the best.
Sesa-million,
Acapulco gold
Hemp and haze.
As I give a dime bag praise,
those were the good old days.
I still miss having the munchies,
I would clean out the kitchen cabinets
and the refrigerator.
Eating everything that didn’t move.
And some things that did…
Throughput the years
I've listened to many tears
People's fears
All these words I'm fed
Sometimes they get stuck in my head
Cause me pain
My energy they start to drain
This pain then becomes my own
All these things I have been shown
At times. Makes me confused
Feeling used
Abused
Takes from my soul, the light
Doesn't matter how hard I fight
Have to get them out
I try not to shout
Or scream
Like waking from a bad dream
In their darkness I get lost
I pay the cost
No walk in the park
This living in the dark
No lark
The words I'm fed
Enter my head
I fight to be free
From all these words I see
Not sure that will ever be
I simply turn the ugly I see
Into something more Beautiful to behold
It leaves me not so cold
Only way I could find
To clean out my mind
Not sure if this would be consider taboo
To even mention the view
Did I just hear her say the word touche
When the doctor proceeded to do what she had to do
With stage crew and camara in hand
Filming what little dignity I have left
Are the tapes rolling, I may need consoling
When this crazy trip finds somewhere to land
Do I even need to mention the day before
Pills and laxatives by the score
To clean out my innards must be least 10 pounds thinner
Need I say anything anymore
Back to the uncomfortable crowd
You can hear a pin drop at the sound
For them it's routine, for me a dastardly deed
Could someone please send in the clowns
Adding a touch of savoir faire
Excuse me, is there enough room in there
If things get a bit tight make sure the pliers are sanitize
Anyone up for a game of truth or dare
Doesn't get anymore personal than this
Best friends now without even a kiss
Operation at 7 film at 11
To be viewed YouTube via Internet
#sayitisntso #didhejustgothere #doyouhavenodignity
Just had my Colonoscopy this morning...nothing like a good follow up poem!
Weary Is My Mind
I promise, I swear, I will never, I will always
That blaring sentiment of a pattering ghost that I detest
Among the empty hollowing of her mouth and eyelids
There lies darkness deep and unending that I fell into once,
never again.
Baffled and naked, afraid and convinced I was nearing my hearse
She runs screaming, yelping in madness as her body falls dead
Once I thought I knew, but as fate would incline
The truth would be only a weapon and shield–vulnerable. . .
never again.
The prating sound squawks as death marks before her squalid breathy voice
Her pupils' contract like a viper’s hint at prey, pouncing, and then devouring
The blood is left spattering and spurting among my grey, hollow walls
Only her wedded can clean out the muck as I have given up,
never again.
Coiling around me with her slippery scales, the precipice of my demise
The sword and the shield once though best, were only cardboard copies
My soul is shattered, and my will is blank, giving into her sweet, nectary venom
The forefront of my being is gone. . . crushed under a blanket of rue
For Weary Is My Mind
November’s the month that you get a chance, To spend time outside a little while longer. Warm sunny days may show up now and then, But the wind is cooler and a little bit stronger.
Leaf’s dangling on branches here and there, Plenty of warning before they are totally bare. Darkness comes early, light no longer yours, Better get busy, finish up those outdoor chores.
Repair all the cracks in the window panes, Clean out the twigs and leaves in your drains. Stack up plenty of logs in a nearby covered space You’ll have nightly warmth coming from your fireplace.
November gives you the time to put your mind at ease, The Almanac gives warning, this winter a deep freeze. Sitting by the fire with your coffee, you have not a care, You were the smart one, you knew how well to prepare.
Author Eileen Clark
It only takes a moment in time.
Just a few seconds of your life.
To understand where you will
Spend the rest of eternity!
If Jesus Christ is knocking! Knocking!
Outside of your heart's door today.
Please do not tarry and please
Do not be afraid!
Give him your golden keys
Unlocking your heart's door.
And Jesus Christ will dwell
Inside for ever and ever more!
Jesus Christ will send his Holy
Spirit within your heart to take
Up residence there. He will
Clean out all of your blackest sins!
His Holy Spirit will send Satan his
Eviction notice to immediately vacate
The inner premises of your heart.
You will be granted a brand new start.
Any demonic spirits lurking inside the
Recesses of your heart. Will be sent
Packing and on their way. Once you
Were lost but now you are saved!
Once you were spiritually blinded
But now you have confess and
Repented of your sins. You
Will have help forsaking them!
"When the roll is called up yonder,"
You will be there to be reunited
With Jesus Christ. He is your
Bridegroom you are his bride!
"In the twinkling of an eye." you
Will join the dead in Christ. And
You will meet them in the middle
Of the cloudy air.
And you will be forever in the presence
Of the Lord, his heavenly angels
And saints forever more! "No
More tear drops will you ever cry."
"Oh death where is your sting?
Oh grave where is your victory?"
You have been defeated and have
No-more power over God's people!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 14, 2020
You want it to make sense
You want it to become clear
Your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And the one still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what never comes out
Lunch breaks upon you
Again eating alone
Your steak is still raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems innocent and yet
The shroud that surrounds you
Wards off and deflects
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you begin crying
For those cast astray
That girl in the tall grass
The one in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter who’s grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
And slowly walk out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen then runs dry
As you again start to write
On your left eye a sty
All vision in blight
Only then do you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future
Now a dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that “You’re valued,
But be gone by tonight”
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Knowing all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
And the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left mistreated alone
You heard of divorce
And you wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
(Cont. in part 2)
Memories and friends that have all been lost
The price of addiction, an insurmountable cost
The price of addiction, talents misplaced
Remember the runner left out of the race
The tiny dancer gracing the floor
Found no use for the song any more
The once energetic with brush and paint
Became quite happy just feeling faint
What we have done for one more fix
The precious sold and suicide risks
i still hear the cries that I tuned out
Deafening noises from my loved one's shouts
Now though I have tried new steps
Eventually hoping to climb out of this depth
Though my want and will carry on
The memories I hear will keep me strong
Today my friend I still have fears
For the price of addiction is counted by tears
I look bleak although strong and brave
A tempted addict beside a grave
Not a word I spoke for the dead
It's hard to think with a clouded head
I will leave to, where I From
While envying the addict who can teach me to run
It was their words though that impressed me so
Now it's too late but you want them to know
So, humble yourself and clean out your head
And remember your here because someone is dead
Memories and friends that have all been lost
The price of addiction a now surmountable cost.
Why spoiled misses princess...
never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze
Appellation (with trailing switchback
and/or additional colorful turns
of phrases) emphasizing assigned
nom de plume "princess goldilocks"
hardly flattering compliment
gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks,
jabs, and stings painful as botox
analogous when the Daily's
(mean neighbors on Lantern Lane
out in vinyl city Audubon Boondocks)
hurled sizable rocks
at our then spry hybrid shorthaired
Boxer/Dalmatian, long since
pushing up bonafied daisies, when
I too sported crew cut,
versus choicest hardiest, meatiest... most
grooviest personal unorthodox hirsute
with unmatched socks,
yet parents, who (along with
paternal grandpa Aaron Mary)
scorned long hair donning
pencil neck geeks as laughingstocks
among cruel classmates,
add diminutive physique
topping off effeminate traits
oft times purposely mistaken
for a girl - courtesy beefy "jocks,"
which mine trademark lean
nonestablishmentarian
non mean mien
gave bullies free license
to rain taunts,
they feigned threatening moves
to clean out clocks
belonging to self
and other wimpy kids
even tormenting old folks
suffering dementia praecox,
our ladies of perpetual responsibility
this haint nun cents
(think Garrison Keillor
Prairie Home Companion)
took me under their wing
metaphorically inoculating yours truly
as against some deadly pox
at providential spiritual crossing
divine intercession really rocks!