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I was running down the street being chased by reflections of me
I ran to a cliff and my body got stiff
One inch closer and I will fall I have seconds til I end it all
I called on God during my time of desperation
He is the sovereign, an all-consuming fire
My spirit is in need of a healing desire
Regrets come to me back to back
Baby steps cause my stumbling because knowledge I lack
At first, I had too much pride to ask for forgiveness
Too scared to pray because I thought nobody would listen
Not disciplined enough to carry out my own penance
Afraid of the ground giving way
Hoping I would go into pitch black before I hit
I really don’t think I’m going to make it
I have seconds to try and bargain with God for my life or to hurry up and take it
I forgive the void for chasing, hunting me down and erasing me
As I plummet deeper into the ground I can’t cry, die, or run because there’s no way out
I have seconds left to live and my time is over and out
My undying reflection stares with obscure demon eyes.
A cold souless breath breathing eternal lies,
Infecting self-loathing hatred and obsession,
Never repenting not a single confession.
You cannot stop me in this state,
My spells cast and control your fate.
Sleepless in shadows, another mind decays,
Laughing at tomorrow, scratching away the days.
Searching for silence, concentrating to focus again,
Scattered thoughhts wondering as the light fades to darkness within.
The thousand voices of confusion repeats words of unease,
Twisted mentals not only float but drown in the seas.
Black world exixtense before birth,
Shattered souls lost, wondering hollow earth.
Beating the surface, shallow waters barely break,
Submerged in the subconscience, loathing in the lifeless lake.
Bastard taped with no words to record,
Constant confusion strained conscience concord.
Empty hands near timeless sand, thru the hour glass it fades,
Riots for eternity, cursed internally, mental warfare raids.
In my eyes....terrorize,
Soundless cries....victimize,
Stomach emptied of all it`s content.
As Vacant thoughts pay no rent.
Gently creeping and consuming inside, with a twist, your mind mine,
With this accomplished suicide design.
What do you want the world to know about Easter Lord?
How do you want one to know more about you?
What is Easter Lord?
Is it when you died and raised from the dead?
And we are just like you
Because of what you did we can be the same
Being raised from the spiritual grave
What else do you want us to learn about this Lord?
That we can be a new person, the old one is gone
Old sins are forgiven –paid by you
What else Lord?
That one has to ask You in their life
And be their Savior
Then and only then it should be done
Okay Lord, I got it
You are my Savior
My Lord, I confess you as my Lord and Savior
Be with me Lord
Be in my life and guide me
Through twists and turns
I need you
I need you Lord
Be in my world
Forever and always
I love you
My Lord, my Being
My Forever and Faithful One
My One and Only One
My Everything and All Things
My Ever Now and Always
My Joy and Well Being
My Confidant, My Friend
My Father, My All-Consuming One
Listen to the heartbeat
Of this world
We're on borrowed time
The condition is...
CRITICAL!
A critical failure!
Jumpin' jelly beans look at the time
Those old stock photos were prophetic
MELTDOWN INCOMING!!!!!
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
I lost track
Was there a countdown?
Perhaps...
It all ends at midnight
Allow me to introduce myself
I am the lord of lies
Who speaks only truth
With each lie
I add another layer
With each truth
I destroy another layer
How many layers are left?
If you guessed right...
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
Sirens flash before my eyes
I've lost all pretense of sanity
Cut my arteries open
Because I'll bleed just like you
Rip off my fingernails
And shave off my hair...
I'm more human than a humanist
Courageous...
I laugh at my own failure
Delete! Delete!
Delete!
Delete! Delete!
Delete!
DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LEEEEEEEEEEE
TUH
My past was written in the future
A future fortune of failing fractures
Fading foldout films and phonograms
I think I lost my nerve
Pluck, pluck, pluck
Oh no
I'm clucking like an ugly duckling!
In the end
I look upon the layers of reality
And I see more than you
Because I am greater than God
God bends his knee at my feet
I AM IMMORTAL
I AM PROMISED
AND I AM ALL CONSUMING
My disdain for this stupid world is known
Travesty after travesty
We never learn
From the pages of the past
I spit on this dumb world
Full of dumb people
Doing dumb things
With dumb motives
And who are you?
WHO ARE YOU?
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-Fin-
Her body was always kind to me,
our garden - a sunny bath
for a luxuriant
peach tree.
On special days,
we would sit naked under its shade
to share
just one of its blushed,
luscious fruits,
it was our ritual.
As one, our tongues would drink
each other's thirst.
Moreover,
where the erotic crease of the fruit
dimpled inwards, our curling tongues
washed velvety skin.
A salacious consuming followed,
a nectarous bacchanal,
a drenching,
that we,
eager and laughing,
smeared over one another.
Her body was always kind to me,
even on moonless nights
her peach saturated my senses,
while magenta folds
flowered,
and a primal darkness
hung my mouth to her lips.
re: visited tonight October 15th, 2021
Way before aye knew
the name Fletcherism applied
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide
did precepts sans hungry
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious growling harassing imp -
armed to the figurative teeth ready to pounce
viz casus belli sans reeling off
a pseudo say id dish us vicious jeremiad
me, this unrepentant conscientious masticator,
who re: lied
on self control unbeknownst
to this pumpkin eater
(me not named Peter)
unwittingly followed
the basic tenet of Fletcherism - custom made
modus operandi vis a vis exercising okayed
mandibular metered (when famished),
eyes kept closed while tongue gently played
adhered to practice of eating small amounts,
which discipline stayed
engorging self, and as a result
(consuming sustenance
only when hungry avoiding
(wolfing like an instantaneous blitzkrieg flash)
found me aware visa vis master car ding
marginal increase in pounds meaning
thy body electric weighed
approximately for long stretches
when a habitue at one or another dining digs
stuffed nibbling on hors d'oeuvre figs
adequately satiating with with oomf
when contra dance caller Scott Higgs
announced "hands four," which signal
helped get my mojo back
and reel lee deuce home jigs,
which indeed kickstarted and syncopated,
oft times espying Bobby Riggs
who years gone back whiz Vic Tory huss
e'en when donning apparel of Whigs
like colluding trump petting molecules
that via tiff Fanny doth zags and zigs.
I instantly open my eyes, at first I am unaware of where I am or why? I'm surrounded by a
darkness that is'nt dark, for there's a paleness to this darkness, its consuming, its
Illuminating, my thoughts stop -
Which allows me to acknowledge theres a hand within mine, its the most beautiful hand ever
designed.
I look to your face and navigate it until I reach my favourite place, your eyes, and they
are smiling at me, they are recalling our history, they are seeing what our future is
going to be.
We take steps forward hand in hand, without breaking the connection that our eyes began,
we stop abruptly, naturally, we look before us and we are at a cliff -
The view is magnificent , now everything is starting to make sense, down below is our
world, our earth, it becomes obvious that we are standing upon a star looking down upon
the solar system that created us.
We look at each other in acknowledgement, for the message is clear, Every single thing is
beneath us, it is only you and I my dear!
The time I've wasted has gone to waste
Wasting my time wanting your attention, why does our friendship have to be so complicated? Why do I have to watch you throw me away like a toy?
These feelings are consuming me alive while you just take everything from my soul away but your smell is consuming me alive, wanting me to be manipulated and wanting to make me think about eating you alive
Torturing me for months like I'm just a useless vampire, you knew I loved you but you trapped and hid me away. You are so ing stupid of my intentions
The attention you gave me just caused my hunger, eating you alive made me feel so guilty, so selfish of me but you did this to me.
I loved you and you manipulated me but you couldn't have known you did and now your flesh will live inside me, until I die next to you.
Women in times gone by did not have much to say
In matters of importance or happenings of the day
If a girl or woman tried to give her point of view
It was considered unfeminine not quite the thing to do
Her job, if she wanted one, was to look her best
Some found this time consuming and have to have a rest
They seem always to be writing to a relative or two
Mostly gossip trying to find out who was dating who
Marriage was important matchmaking in vogue
The grapevine was essential to meet noblemen or rogue
Who had married well or recently divorced
Who had given birth was worth mentioning of course
The writer of the letter told of whom she met while walking
A man she thought was following her today we would call it stalking
She dropped her dainty handkerchief part of her clever plan
She was quite excited, being pursued by a man
The letter became interesting the reader was entranced
Did the man pick up the hankie or give it a casual glance
The man was a gentleman who knew what to do
Smiling, waving the handkerchief said "I believe this may belong to you"
Dear lady what a way to meet, I would consider it a pleasure
To walk with you along the street"
So you see not much has changed in matters of romance
Men who think they have it made with women, not a chance
Women are not stupid when they have their sights set
On a man who takes their eye don't take on any bet
You're sure to lose if you, they choose to live with for life
It is a certainty she will become your loving wife
Unwrap smile tattoo the imprints
Left by hurts of abuse, you have reaped.
mesmerized in hauntings thoughts
The pain goes deep into paralyzed sleep.
Silently sends out a message of appeal,
A beautiful ghost in words concealed.
All the sensations you intensely feel.
They wait for the hope to be revealed.
A spiritual verity, you long to behold,
The place to sway in your faithful embrace.
A soul almost disengaged from the world,
Looking for that cradle of peace.
Lurk in the dark of pulsating emotions
A beautiful ghost of the former self.
Swept over by the wildly flow of oceans
Distance and pleasurable divergence felt.
Your chastised mind stirring to strive,
Dare the sun to rise again and shine.
Within all the dreams, you survive,
To look upon the gaze that saved your mind.
Walking through the delicate truth,
When loves woven thread fills your head.
With the consuming heartfelt proof.
You are happier being alive than the dead.