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Tomorrow
Sitting next to you, you asked my name
Stunned as I was I knew it was too late
You Laughed‚ when I smile and sad when cried
You never question my drive
Always help me strive
I stayed busy as child in study and sport
Stayed busy with family and job
I always waited for tomorrow
To say I am because of you
Life’s up n down the way you tackle
Incidences and coincidences
Inevitable and avoidable the way you steered
Inspires me, Guide me with cheers
The tomorrow never came
Now it is too late, too late, too late
I love you Dad, I love you a lot
I regret to have waited for tomorrow
Which never came.
He weaves coincidences
and makes up stories,
He creates stories
and makes up myths,
He spins tall tales—
Is he a poet or politician?
He loves with a passion
like a man on a mission…
He lies truthfully,
The truths he ever tell
are nothing but lies,
He fabricates true lies—
Is he a priest or a philanderer?
He’s suave, he’s savvy,
As the Satan would snatch sinful souls,
He steals your thoughts stealthily
and flirts with your alter ego
corrupting your subconscious —
Is he a saint or a savant?
~03/19/23
~Contest: A Simple Poetry
~Sponsor: John lawless
Reverence
I see you in the mirror, I see all three of you looking back,
I see all the hate and void tidied in perfect little stacks...
I feel presumptuous fingers running, tips brush skin and,
I feel six penetrating eyes, but only two cold damp hands...
I taste my iron flushed saliva, as blood runs my bitten tongue,
I taste the bass echoed hollow, from the screams my throat sung...
I hear judgments as shadows laugh and dance in primal screams,
I hear my rages whistling kettle as my sanity tears its seams...
I know that chances come at costs, coincidences have consequences,
I know this reflection, lost, mouthing these words in silent sentences...
The windows to your soul
sold you down the river
at a glance
Who knew a chance meeting
on a cold day would plunge
us both into a trance
There's no coincidences in life
so everything
is meant to be
Plans brought us together like
eyes on a face but neither
one could see
On the surface we were free
but behind the scenes
we were bound
Together like shoelaces in a
knot tied by the
love we'd found
Our crying hearts made sounds
but neither heard
what was said
Soon we'd be consumed by
the thoughts eating
away at our heads
A star-crossed love had been
bred woven by the
ties that bind
Chained to each other forever
stuck in a web
of the mind
Maybe another place & time
will see us make
this right
For now there's space in between
this link until
we align our sights
White vapors appear as pollution sized continents reside in our open waters.
Men are missing more teeth than technology has to offer.
Beggars are asking for cigarettes and demanding five dollars.
Cars are so many and trashed, and then wasted.
Dry eyes rub off dead skin to become ashes exhausting a terminal dust.
Addiction is drugged cellular phones that obscenities are advertised in the down facing eyes focused on the palm of your hand.
The trend catches up quick as sleep becomes utterly lost in your conception of time.
Coincidences become too many to look the other way.
The parade of paranoia is just a long lost dust in the winds of our lives.
I even have found myself spelling in numbers, only to discover an ancient text depicting the end of mankind.
Described in admirable fashion, the words flew off the screen and premonition landed spot on; striking nerves within me.
As epiphanic realizations connected many dots of my personal life encounters . . .
Later that same day, white vapors once seen spirited, then became tangible as an exhalation of white dust left little doubt in the powerful truth of the contents read in this context.
Practically insane, driven by intentional insomnia, paranoia paralyzed my entire being as prophesy and reality became forever linked—bound by a common thread—collecting the same amount of time and ultimately each plagued, polluted and diminished in white vaporous dust.
3-19-17
I hadn’t seen her in over twenty years,
but I knew her face on sight;
I should have asked her to the senior prom -
instead, we both stayed home that night.
High school friends who never went on a date
because I was too afraid to ask her out;
In retrospect, the signs were there,
but I harbored a young man’s doubt.
Now, with two decades left behind us,
in a foreign land far away,
I stumbled upon my old high school crush
not knowing just what to say.
She was quite surprised to see me -
coincidences had put us there.
She was a successful corporate lawyer;
I was travelling without a care.
We shared pictures of our children;
Told snippets about our life;
Her husband was back in America;
I had just divorced my wife.
The bartender made his last call;
Nostalgic smiles were on our face;
We kissed and hugged goodbye again
as I quickly got out of that place.
I was glad to have gotten to see her,
though it made me feel inept again;
I wondered if we would have made good lovers
or if it were best kept just as friends.
She was in my thoughts as I wandered
around Europe with my back pack;
I promised that I would look her up again
in three months when I got back.
I read about her on the Internet
and cried when I saw the story;
She had died in an auto accident -
leaving behind her girl and boy.
It happened one week after
our chance meeting in that bar;
They said an old high school year book
was found with her in the car.
Her letter was in the pile of mail
waiting for me when I got home;
She wrote she was glad to see me -
on that trip she felt so alone.
She admitted to having a crush on me
back in our high school days;
She kept waiting for me to ask her out
until we went our separate ways.
She thanked me for keeping it casual
in the bar that fateful night;
She probably would have gone back to my room
and she knew that wouldn’t be right.
She asked me to remember her
but not to try to get in touch;
She’d rather me stay a memory
than get to know me a little too much.
I visited her in the graveyard
one day in the early spring,
and left a prom corsage there
as my final offering.
A Fictional Tale
don´t come with me
to see the moon
fall like snow
on a house
with a sugar roof
let´s be in this mood
all the rules
are dust and drugs
don´t follow me
to this white roof
only phantom girls do
i´ll receive my sins
in bottles of bloody wine
love is frail
that´s what the label says
but i ´ll give my everything
to move with experience
this darkness
reflects all lost sights
cause the sweet girl is never there
this dream its not too young
for a stargazers like myself
let me dance with the moon
his light will not be disappointing
to the scars which come with dreams
you are the patient one, dear moon
we differ as you hear my thoughts
i m an athlete of moment
you are a conglomerate
of many splendid coincidences
intent to show us
silent wealth
thats why
everytime i feel alone
i start to believe in silence
With GOD wondrously*
designing my features
by love's perfection
midst wisdom-magnificence
planning verily well
my eternal future
providing my needs
sustaining my life
never an accident,
nor seeming coincidences…
I am this:
biblically born-again
blooming with benefits
beautified in becoming
bountifully blessed being…
thanking CHRIST wholeheartedly
testifying** about His
goodness and greatness
joyfully praising Him
along His power.
*Psalm 139:14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
**Acts 20:21 …Testifying … repentance toward God, and faith toward our Lord Jesus Christ.
Verse Form with three words for each line
July 29, 2019
IF a cloud becomes to large who moves it to cry it's nurturing tears upon the land?
And if a spiritual power is like a lover then lovers are in the best company who
wear clothes called human skin! Surely no sensible man would think a letter
written to you would coincidentally fall upon your hands (without design) by a mutual
friend; each word i spoke in ink i try to move away from any awakening
of our past misfortunes. Your nights are lovely and quietly whispering of human
love; yet my passion has been under restraint
as thoughts in a bird cage wishing free air
to fly. Yet, i feel my passion makes me
sensible to its impressions and as the
caged bird as is my love for you i begin
to persuade my spirit it is a superfluous
trouble to break free my emotions for you.
i awoke this morning to a bright sun which
greeted me and then my heart which did shone
brightly casting shadows of doubt about
this love you embrace for evenings.
Let us share them? We can write things
in this night and sing and love another!
:: 08-07-2015 ::
In Memory of Kerwin Rae - The man with a Mission
In loving memory of Kerwin Rae, who left us unexpectedly just days after celebrating his 50th birthday.
Kerwin was a remarkable figure—a motivational speaker, business coach, and virtually Australia’s own Tony Robbins. He reached millions, both in
Australia and globally with his inspiring guidance, especially those facing ADHD and dyslexia, challenges he knew personally.
This video holds a special meaning, as mystic coincidences unfolded during its creation, including a heartfelt share from Elizabeth Rae, his grieving mother, on her channel. Elizabeth, herself an acclaimed author and coach on ‘Women in Stress’, (womeninstress.com.au), has touched lives through her own journey and work. It is an honor that she reached out.
We are deeply touched to know that this video, with lyrics inspired by Kerwin’s teachings, was played at his funeral a few days ago.
Your comments here and by clicking above on my YouTube channel, where we share a brief of his life, would be a comfort to his mother, family, friends and followers.
Your shares could bring hope to someone in need, when reflecting on Kerwin’s enduring influence through the lyrics, as well as uplift and give people purpose in a world riddled with strife.
Thank you