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rain. so cold. like small whips at my face swung by a man in a yellow coat too old and dirty to show sunlight anymore. waves attack the boat like a pack of wolves, darting, biting, gnawing, retreating, repeating. in the waves i see my reflection, a ghost, already drowned in that big blue leviathan. my body just floating in its depths, floating free and unchained. liberated from the deck beneath my feet, the comforting terrain of the beast we sail through these uncaring waters, the only thing to keep us from the depths below. the depths so deep no sunlight would go. depths so dark. so dark.
there are mountains down there, mountains and monsters and little rocks with little fish to call them homes. big rocks with big fish to call them little rocks. bigger fish to call the smaller big fish food, and monsters to call it all a playground, a training ground for the endless struggle of land and sea. the monsters will battle and kill and win and live to fight and kill to die and these wars between the krakens, the serpents, the behemoths and titans of the sea. they clash with such bloodlust and splendor that the blows carry to the surface and release tidal forces unseen.
diving. deeper and deeper, blue, purple, midnight black. soul crushing void surrounding, so open, so empty, so oppressing, so tight. i am flying, i see stars, i am a satellite through this expanse, my radar picks up nothing. blip. something. something close. blip blip. things. close things. curled in a ball i am an asteroid, hurling through this darkness, i want to escape. every direction is darker, there is no north, there is no up. there is no trail of soggy bread crumbs. there is no expanse. there is a chasm, the walls are close and cold. they cannot be seen, they cannot be felt. they just are. the longer i look out into that black the closer they get, and the smaller i make myself the smaller i must stay. if i stretch out a finger, an arm, a toe, i will collide with something, or something will collide with me. i will be sent off course, careening into the walls of this underwater canyon, forever bouncing from sharp stone to sharp stone, ever falling downwards. or upwards? there is no bottom. i do not know which way bottom is, there is no top. there is nowhere that i came from, there is nowhere that i go. i am just hurling through black, and the black is crushing.
This is three separate poems, that when put together (and read left to right ) make one.
1. 2. 3.
Once upon My fairytale There began
a time when my heart and his nightmare, dreadful and horrid,
was carefree and gay sailing together a journey, sailing
sweet and innocent on different ships through a crystal mist
Life was good and for a while two souls drifted on
lifting in song a story spun full of promise
a fantasy that fell sugary ripe and whole and
was dripping from my lips succulent
like honey. When stormy days In torrential rains
Then he sailed in on broken sails clinging to life
and stole my heart, our two ships weathering the storm
our destinies did collide with solid resolve
Now linked together His nightmare blind with fear
as his wild rages ripped my fantasy plunging into darkness
shattered and broke apart, before gasping and smashing
the glass bubble my very eyes stinging with rage
But through it all Love saved us both as the clouds parted
Our love rang true and on that magic day the seas calmed on
the dawning day when sun shone down again
we made it through the gale beaten but not broken
safe and sound, together on a dingy with faith renewed
Two as one, together now hand in hand I stand with you
into our sunset. we sail reborn
On the other side
of reality
from our fears
we're both set free
For Michael Jordons poetry contest, The other side of reality
Form:
I remember the day my code first compiled
the rush of creation, of bringing order to chaos
each line a neuron firing, each function a heartbeat
my digital child born into a world of infinite possibility.
Now, I seek that feeling in every street corner
every face, every fleeting connection
In life's glitchy itchy earth lab
I seek the spark again—stumbling on truths
like wildflowers creeping through concrete,
weeds cracking iPhone screens.
Philly's pulse engulfs me, a digital heartbeat.
Unwitting scientists watch atoms twerk
in cold brew puddles on grimy subway platforms;
no lab coats—just raw existence encoded in flesh.
This city, a living circuit board, pulses with data—
I gaze at tattooed, graffitied, inked flesh-encrypted brick
hypotheses of love tested in the hood.
Variables pirouette; unpredictably, hope
and despair swap / in Petri dishes
brimming with my fumbling code.
Nature hacks its own trials—roots
scan fractured foundational vines engulfing dreams.
I, the observed observer and voyeur
each breath a quantum possibility, a chance
to fail or fly, my heart racing with uncertainty
mixing mundane and profane
in my chaotic urban blockchain. I brew
reactions unforeseen... rain-scent and nitro cold brew
collide with ozone and ambition, the soured taste
of dreams deferred lingering on my tongue.
Sun's rays catalyze dreams on bare arms;
wind bites binary I can't crack, leaving me
aching for a code to decipher my own existence.
Questions loom larger than any
8K ultra-high-def answer—
This eternal experiment reboots each day.
I find repurpose in every glitch
in this accidental study of being.
My life—the ultimate beta test:
am I a player or NPC, coder or code
in this simulation of maybe-meaning?
My emotions glitching, crashing, rebooting
in an endless cycle of hope and despair—
joy a burst of vibrating pixels, sorrow a blue screen of death,
love and loss alternate like binary code in my veins
where chaos and design
blur
into
one?
Back to Nature
Back to the Created Word---
Luminescent shadows follow me around, but vanish as I ask who’s there?
Scary monsters and super creeps wait on every corner; a voice whispers beware
I start running I’m trying to gather pace; I’m running faster and faster but I hardly move
The faster I run the slower the cadence becomes; asks the whisper what do you have to prove?
Am I running from monsters past or ghosts hiding in the future?
I turn my head frantically to listen; the whisper is faint in the viscous ether
My pillow absorbs my drenching sweat, my legs kick and run, no stable ground
Frightened heartbeats, timid murmurs beg for reprieve, no more whisper, I can’t hear the gentle sound
Images changing proportions, gravitation bending scary faces
Electromagnetic transformations, shadows form a gigantic ghost
No awakening, remain in your abyss, where is the whisper I need most
My consciousness is chained by subconscious spectres; confront the phantom, the chains do not break
Oh gentle whisper cut me loose, help me to these images forsake
Collisions, particles bombarding subliminal pores, expose my soul to ricochets of guilt, conflict, pain
Prescribed orbits, predetermined order or tangents of love and desire
What to do, whisper to me, I am become insane
I spiral down into depths unknown to conscious science
More scary monsters, more super creeps, more shadows changing hue
Awake from this abysmal torture, send a whisper, bring me back to you
Sticky ghouls and distant memories collide with alpha particles and gamma rays
Chromatic aberrations confuse my vision and distort awaiting silhouettes
I too collide, I too am distorted as I enter the chasm where the mind forgets
Subatomic beings coagulate as memories; juries of demons saturate gaseous mixtures
Bubbles and froth and osmotic spirits, hallucinations from black and white pictures
Parallel curves and helical lines bend and warp my mind, I cry I scream I want I need, break free!
No space no time no light no sound no love; guilty condemnation, empty reality
The central singularity beckons, no return from unconscious waste
Anonymous fields bind me, commanding struggle to abate
Dimensionless objects, cold physics, primordial fear; Nightmare, no reprieve, take me to my fate.
Tumbling, whirling are the sounds of gears
The wheels spin, turn generate; electricity
A well-oiled machine or perplexed finery called the human mind
Irrelevant, an idea has sprouted like seasonal plants coming to life
Gone again, the sun has vanished beneath its shield of lightening and fierce clouds
A perfect day for a drifting pessimist
The day has brought a surprising horror destroying from the inside
Though like a brick, cold and unmoving, he steels his face and embraces for impact
To witness once again the sight of watching his mother cry
Weighs too deep, too deep
Just enough to feel his own eyes swell and feel the watery self-induced rain fall silently
Depression, has it really hit; a sickness without the symptoms?
Everyday life, it’s enough to distract the normal human
But then again, this pessimist is far from normal
Dispersed to the deepest horizon of imagination
There is no greater comfort than being surrounded by the illustrious illusions in your head
Nor is there a greater demise than being fooled by those very illusions
Questions, the key to curiosity
Questions, the guide to becoming a genius
But when questions collide with a silent mind, what does it conclude
An anonymous genius with a tendency to be a dunce verbally
Thus the story has already been told while the pot-holes are all awaiting the chance to be filled
Sorry the satisfaction is dismissed
While infatuation is still the chauffer in this limo labeled reality
Where there’s reality often misery follows like a loyal dog
Focus, where tends to be the focus
Sadly elsewhere
A well-oiled machine with the flaws of a general man
A notion desperately attempted to run quickly away from
Individuality, an individualist at best
Accompanied with pessimist, illusionist
Adjectives with valuable meanings
Apologies…humble apologies
A knot in my chest, twisting and contorting
Prevents the words to come out right
The distraction sent to erase all torturous things
Null and void
Buzzing like a thousand bees in strong pleasure to attack and sting
And like 10 bags of ice lingers a chill so cold
Simultaneously felt when seeing the tears of a mother simply fall
Don’t allow such a thing to be viewed anymore
Just…Just don’t
Here I sit,
Just thinking of you.
You are my favorite thought.
You make me smile,
In a way that no one else can.
Baby, you make me feel incredible.
You don't realize how much i mean it when i say..
You Make Me Happy.
But even the simple thought of you,
Makes me weak.
Your voice is like music to my ears.
Take it to heart,
When I tell you how much I care for you.
Because I mean it sincerely.
You take my breath away,
Make me feel like dancing on table tops,
And singing in the rain.
Your kisses say about a million different things.
And they make me feel a trillion more.
Your lips are soft,
as they collide with mine.
While their gently whispering,
I'm glad you're mine.
I'm lucky.
For I don't nearly deserve you.
But I'm not complaining
Because you're a perfect companion.
You're the best there is out there.
And I couldn't ask for anything more amazing.
You are perfect in every way.
A gorgeous boy.
With a great personality.
Baby you're everything I've been looking for.
Everything and so much more.
Your very touch sends goose bumps down my spine,
And butterflies to my stomach.
Your sweet comments make me giggle,
And they mean more to me than your imagination could ever prevail.
Your sweet smell is incredible.
And whenever I am not with you,
I long for your scent,
Just for comfort.
With you, I am forever comfortable.
And nothing could change that.
You are perfect.
No other boy could ever measure up to what you are.
That would be impossible.
It is impossible to find another perfect boy.
Who sticks by me through everything.
And wipes my tears away.
A boy who is just simply amazing.
And tends to make me smile.
There are no words that can come even remotely close to the feelings that you give to me,
But just know,
They are wonderful.
You tell me at a constant rate,
Just how beautiful I am.
And that right there,
Means so much to me.
You wouldn't even believe it.
Having you,
Is almost too good, to be true.
But only its not,
Because I do.
You mean everything to me.
You are the boy that I adore.
You are the boy I fell in love with.
And I'm more than just happy,
That I share my life with you.
Babyy you are my world.
And I truely love you.
Form:
This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow
~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back
~ God inspired me to write this poem…
The Mayan and Sumerians predict you will collide with Earth on December 21, 2012.
Known-- by some-other classified names within OUR own supremacy.
NASA refers to you as Planet X and Nibiru--- They even put a top secret telescope--- at the
South Pole, Antarctica--- just for your arrival.
Many say---- they ALL knew---- you were coming back in 1983.
The buzz on the “net” -----even tells of your GREAT day of annihilation
But, But, ----- NO one told Planet Earth or Her PEOPLE—until recently.
The question of all question--- would be WHY----- But--- NO one is asking---- just preparing
for your arrival!!
Most say------ you came to Earth-----some 3000 years ago--- which know-one can provide
any proof
The question I will leave you ALL-- is---- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK ?
Maybe your arrival is just another HOKES ---- to scare the WHOLE World into submission—
submission----- of a more well-known SOURCE!!
HAY!! ------“Maybe the sky is falling too” (JLM) ------ in some distant far away universe!!
Hay------maybe they ALL can tell us--- WHERE IN THE WORLD IS Waldo?
The last time I saw HIM ----he was near the South-Pole------ on the left of the SUN!
Yes, yes --- the SUN that burns so bright------ in the daytime sky.
Give us heat on--- the cold dark days of winter.
That where you will find---- the GREATEST deterrent of all---- the man everyone calls Waldo.
Once you have found him----- look no further----Marduk may be there?
Hay----WHERE IN THE WORLD IS MARDUK? ---- Just another HOKES-- like the Y2K Computer
calamity---- that never ---till today happened.
Maybe, maybe---- Marduk can’t be found----much like its predecessor Waldo.
Always where-- you are NOT----- and never simple to find---But, right before your eyes---
in some distant far away universe!!
For me--- I will trust in my Creator----- the Godhead of the whole universe.
Known too many as God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit.
THEY have never led me wrong----But—the knowledge of man—has brought us ALL to ARE
END!!!
You see Marduk—if you are on your way---OUR Creator already knew--- and HE and only HE
will take US HOME!!!
By: Rev, Dr. WEM, Pastor
and
JLM-Daughter
Holding hands with Shannon Leigh
Enthrallment consuming me
Trees flex their dusk filigree
Bobbing as if they agree
Pitch blank possibility
Revel in this day's decay
Bemused I should feel this way
Summer blooms share their bouquet
Nature's splendid verve soiree
As we bask within that sway
Moonlight glints from your clear eye
While we speak of days gone by
Tears roll as you say goodbye
Your uncle, that caring guy,
Fled this realm towards the sky
Your damp cheek feels my caress
As we share your grim distress
Calm your woe while I confess
Grave tethers dance with finesse
Faith of soul I must profess
That proud chapel on the hill
Called my spirit to fulfill
Divine promise and His will
Served by consciousness until
My father was stricken ill
Within this most humbling state
I began to doubt my fate
Circumstance wields massive weight
As I toiled through that debate
Father Tom helped consecrate
The gracious priest fell sick too
Yet defeat didn't crash through
To quell the word that sang true
Mortal fears shall not accrue
When covenant cleanses you
My last visit to his bed
Filled my heart with so much dread
I could see his fragile thread
His selfless prayers asked instead
To flee to God in Dad's stead
Summoned angels praised his creed
As my eardrums heard him plead
Dad's dilemma did recede
As if even God agreed
To favor Father Tom's deed
I witnessed a noble prize
As the life drained from his eyes
Lessons snared my heart most wise
Pride in knowing Tom's demise
Proved a blessing in disguise
When I feel my soul drag low
And depression taunts my flow
I view Father Tom's brave glow
The benign hope he did show
His sacrifice helped me grow
I watch you quiver near me
As your jaw drops to your knee
That warm face lights up with glee
Even those perched birds can see
All your torment start to flee
Surprise shreds me like a bomb
Your uncle was Father Tom!
Righteous brother to your mom
Grace shields us from the maelstrom
Mysteries collide with aplomb
Share a hug under brave skies
As gratitude forms to rise
Building to an immense size
God's charm summons a reprise
As our love flows to baptize
I remember gazing upon
the ocean from my lanai
on the Kona mountainside
Watching the cruise ships
gliding through the dark
Into Kailua Bay at the
Same time every morning
always clad in their bright jewel
necklaces that lit up the dawn.
I remember sitting on my
lounge chair
observing the moon
collide with daybreak
And disappear from sight
While sipping Kona coffee
That heavenly aroma
warming me to life.
I remember delighting at the dolphin
Each morning, wondering
how in the world
they don’t crash into each other
when they all leap
at once
so carefree and happy,
spinning and twisting
splashing each other
with their play.
I remember watching
The humpback whales
I mean, they are
magnificent creatures
and my heart would dive
right with them,
and then rise so high
when they leaped
out of the water
How can they do that?
I would search the ocean
For a glimpse of their
Waterspouts, the sign
They would begin jumping again,
What a marvelous way to spend the day!
Watching mothers and babies
play together
and jealous bulls smack
their tales not be outdone
by women and children.
I remember sitting by
the ocean at Kukio Beach,
one that few tourists
know about yet,
watching the water
change colors
aquamarine near the shore
cerulean a little farther out
shading into cobalt and indigo,
Wondering just how
many colors of blue are
in the entire Pacific Ocean
Noticing how the waves
crash against the rocks in rhythm
like the
dancing fountains
at the Bellagio Hotel
in Las Vegas.
I remember
imagining the music
According to the tempo
Of the waves crashing
On the lava rocks
and
It was the sweetest
music I ever heard.
I remember leaving
The beach one night
And seeing the full moon
smiling at me
through the palm trees
Like a big white
Jack-o-lantern;
And I smiled back
And I remember
Waking up in the
Middle of the
Night to see that
Same full moon
Spreading its glow
In a river across
The ocean
Carrying a message
For me right
up to my lanai.
It’s time.
It ‘s time now
To go home again.