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There are people in this world
Who've frozen their souls.
I have come to think of these people
As the People of Glass.
It is what they do best;
Reflect the world without any substance of their own.
The People of Glass are not transparent, of course.
Glass reflects, after all -
They reflect on themselves how we want to see ourselves -
The Success.
The Prosperity.
The self-assured belief their Way of Life is correct.
They make us long to be their friends.
They make us long to be them.
The People of Glass are fragile.
They chip at the slightest
Questioning of character or viewpoint;
They are Dense in every sense of the word,
Compacted, contracted against
The greater world beyond them.
Ah, but they fill in the cracks and smooth out the chips,
Don't they?
They can afford good cosmetics.
The People of Glass
Are smooth and shiny,
Pretty, pretty.
Like tigers' eyes in tall, dry grass.
So are my fears of the People of Glass
The voice of Paranoia?
All I can ask :
Be careful of that too-firm handshake.
Be careful of that too-easy grin.
Even if it comes from me.
And I'll be watching if it comes from you.
I’m in between
The darkness and light…how can I make progress?
I’m in distress
The happiness…will never last – will never lead to
Everlasting success...
I’ll never reach
Soaring success…
I’m in between
Land and water
But, the grass on the other side is green
And I’ll remain
Unseen…
Unseen for life
Gobbling up repulsive strife
Invisible like the spirits…
Roaming the earth and haunting people
To the maximum
I’m in between
Merriness and desolation…how can I make progress?
I’m entwined in my mess
The jubilance…will have its end– will never lead to
Sky-high success…
I’ll never attain
Vivacious victory
I’m feeling numb –
I’m in between doubt and hope…
Not sure what shoulder I should lean on…
Not sure what path to take…my life’s at stake
And all I could do at this moment is mope
Trapped in a bewildered state…
Unfasten me out of this seatbelt
Before I melt away…before I subside
Away from your dynamic light
My faith towards Him converts to fright…
Don’t confiscate me from my homeland
Why do I have to depart tonight? I don’t understand…
I’m in between
Giving up and enduring…how can I seek blissfulness?
I’m under pressure…I’m compacted by tons of stress
The exultation…will soon wither away–
Goodbye to success...
Goodbye to my heart’s desire!
Forget about my progress
What does success require of me?
(just so that you know: Am I Close To Success is the 2nd part of this)
Oh how I yearn yet words remain compacted
within my chest, a heavy silence lies;
through tender touch, through gaze, our
souls aligned
in soft embrace, love whispers "never dies."
I've read the secrets written in your eyes
I can't help but wonder if you've read my eyes
speak to me; let silence not disguise the love
we have for each other, the dreams we both believe
For days I've waited, longing for your voice
the sound that flutters my heart and brings me peace
if your voice could grace the air I breathe, I'd evermore rejoice
Oh my angel, with your melodic voice, heal this broken soul.
through distance, love took roots within my soul
hands can't reach you, yet my chest bust of good memories
A rock for you, mountain for me
Why am I defeated so easily
I put on my pants one leg at a time
That's where there lives an invisible line
Marking the difference between you and I
Explaining my crawl as you fly high
Looking down from your castle
You view me a hassle
I try and try
Excuses run dry
My race is over before it begins
Victoriously, you meet me at the end
Still pep in your step, energy to spare
A turtle minus a shell, I feel so bare
If only I could slow my train of thought
Perhaps I could achieve the life I've sought
But my wheels keep on turning
Wasted energy, I'm burning
Thinking and thinking
Steadily sinking
I start feeling better when I take a pill
Mind thinking clearer, but thinking still
When will I upgrade from thought to action
The cause comes easy, but where's the reaction
Bounteous ideas floating around
The problem, I find, is pinning one down
My mind can chisel the perfect creation
Birthed and deceased in my imagination
A woman with a brain, packed full of intellect
Mouse hovering the button, can't click select
Day in and day out
Goals die and new ones sprout
Nothing is better to excite
Than a new vision when it ignites
But then I notice how my life is compacted
And easily I become too distracted
I try solving the fraction in my mind
Soon realizing, I'm out of time
Another fresh start, I didn't see finish
Perhaps over night, I will replenish
I've realized the truth and admit how it stung
A gritty feel and bitter taste tattooed on my tongue
I'm merely a hamster, the world my wheel
Making no way, but running still
It was a dark hole
into an Aladdin's cave of old tools.
A small window
gave the only light and fell
on a rough sawn bench wearing
scars inflicted by years of use.
Saw cuts, drill holes
and the miscued gouges
of chisels had crusted to
dark scabs. Oil stains blotched
the surface like age spots.
Reclaimed tin beaten flat
on an anvil length of railway line
covered the walls in a mosaic
of odd shapes glazed
in powdery rust. The floor
was hardened clay compacted
over decades by a pair
of shuffling boots.
It seemed almost a holy place,
a grotto cut into a life to house
precious things a man valued
back then. Tools bore a sanctity,
a purity of purpose,
the blessed instruments
of a craftsman kept
and looked after for life.
Some were venerated relics
passed down by generations.
I closed the door,
leaving the cobweb draped
silence intact.
Soon to be demolished,
its contents will be thrown
into bargain boxes
at the local trash and treasure.
Sad how the age bundles up
and dumps the holy
to feed an empty core.
The sun had been courteously shining,
But disappeared progressively.
The clouds became dark and rushing;
I heard several thunderous thunders.
Small and scattered drops of rain started falling.
Then, it started raining and pouring;
With no umbrella, I compacted my paces.
I was critically soaked but paddled forward.
I became like a homeless dog in a desert,
Roaming around with no company;
I was devastated, completely desperate
On a foreign land, like in a mangrove.
No one to talk to, except my inner person
That called for death, but it never came.
I cried, I moaned and sniffled over and over.
My small heart was quickly pumping.
All my tears were wiped by the rain.
Choiceless, I seemed to like that shower,
Though it disturbed my journey.
In loneliness, my legs were wobbling.
I sat on a wanderer’s huge stone,
Bent my head on both my knees.
I recalled the days of good weather,
But I was optimistic to get dry someday.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile.
With just a heart;
Turned to gold, yet nothing left;
Rotten flesh;
I can now see that without you Lord, I truly have nothing else;
For there's nothing left;
when the world says nothing wrong
Even yet so stubborn to resists the truth even at one's last breath;
Lord you've warn me you've make me
Wholesome
Compacted within your image
You mad me mind, body and soul;
Lord you've warn me, you've make me
Wholesome
With just a heart
Turned to gold, yet nothing left;
Rotten flesh;
I can now see that without you Lord I can't be done;
Without you Lord I'm not
Wholesome;
A moral right, a wrong not confusion of a good conduct
Whom to trust
Without you Lord God I am not Wholesome
02/26/08
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2008
Darkness shrouds shrubbery compacted soil underneath branched umbrella.
Harmonious hums sweep away winded time, exposing base.
Planted within earth, treble tones influence fantastic alteration.
Turbulent environmental extremes inflict wounds; knotted below sight.
Notwithstanding, shade remains rested, footed and fixed; rooting...
01/04/17
Contest: Rooting for 8 to 5
Sponsor: nette onclaud
prompt:
hello soupers.. I’m back!... oh do quill a new poem in 5 LINES ONLY, each line MUST CONTAIN 8 WORDS, JUST 8 WORDS… excited?.. i am, so let’s light the creative fire using the concept : ROOTS... take this where your muse will lead you… just keep the whole content focused… creative flow, extraordinary imagery , and poetic substance would go a longgg way! ..too many filler words are not encouraged.. remember we only have 40 words to play with!
Snow Tower
Once captured, snowflakes suffer on high bastion walls
Every night strange noises come from Castilian distances
Call to them; voices remind them of the collective snow
Compacted, they feel safe in numbers hidden deep
Harsh winds take them to their fate
The uniqueness of each flake aligns with winter
As long cold storms of whiteness, weightless against green pines
Some soft feathery specks stay, they melt on branches
Others stray, out of reach, untouched by nature
It is surmised, they will survive in certain seasons
Drifting airless, crystalline gems, swirling up and out
Escape is plausible for some but not in the light of day
Landing on Snow Tower holds potential solace
In diminishing degrees of cold
A certain symbiotic thermal control
It grants them a somber reprieve
If only for a while, relief, and amnesty from what’s to come
Snow Tower sits atop golden ice blue rocks
Waits out the time in numbness with the snow
Out of view from life and living things
But not the sun’s inquisitionists reach
Which finds, evaporates ice and snow
From every crevice and crevasse
Once buried deep within and out the castle walls
Sun’s power exposing every flake
Strips the tower in the light
Licks and laps it clean with warmth
To the white cold bone of snow
Down to the marrow of its soul
Mind and heart get wedded; physiques get attracted;
Love, bond, and affection hold hands in one accord;
Infatuation and romance are compacted,
Intimacy, passion, and commitment concord...!
Building bridges of fidelity they proceed,
Bathing in streams of fondness and admiration,
Positive perspectives and forgiveness accede,
In physical psychic charm, they find elation...!
Wedding bells, for lives of merged minds, peal endlessly,
Moments spent together become celebrations:
Physical touch and gentle kiss go zealously,
In mutual help and keep there's no negation...!
Marriage, when heart and soul are one, is paradise,
Though it seeks from each, a bit of self-sacrifice...!!!