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I spent almost month in a hospital room
This ever worst sick was so much and doom.
Chilling so bad in a mild quiet night,
Freezing to death like I was losing my sight.
Lying on a white bed and feeling this pain.
Too excruciating and made me insane.
Medical tests were examined crucially,
Days were softly killing me physically.
Delivered my body in the operating room,
Wanted to extend this life and make it well bloom.
Hours of terror tortured me so ruthless
Felt heavy stitches which made me so breathless.
Years passed and I’m all too well.
Survived this disease given from hell.
I’m a cancer survivor! Fighting for life!
Saving myself for loved ones in life.
Now I just heard
The wind tell the thunder
Lighting is heading their way
Then came the plunder
Of the sky to catch earth sent
Energy filled with new divinity
Found in some organic reason
When those shells learn their self. The thunderous
crash of
A comfortable conformity
Will rattle the minds of all
With a charge of unity
One day we all silently fall
But in the end we become
The completetion of the Trinity
And the knowledge we will use
To charge us to the next spot
In infinite loops You are never sure.
If You are in realitys grasp
The building blocks of life
Accepted theory subject to
Change by evolution variables
And science is everchanging
Then the sum of theoretical
Creation is reality is a theary
And within life is infinity
Understanding is divinity
Said by breeze lucidilly
And in stable mind but
Speaks crucially
Of the art of reasoning.
Form:
There once was a woman.
I, in all my searching,
and all my dreaming,
had never seen nor imagined such a one.
In her, for a while, I found my muse,
in her I thought I'd found my future.
And for what seemed like the best time of my life,
what seemed our own place in heaven,
it all really was;
but, alas, perfection's shine too wears off sometimes,
and eventually we did part –
eventually we did fall.
I tried so hard, for so long, to forgive –
but a broken heart does not so easily the hatchet bury.
I wept, and I cursed, and I threatened the night sky itself;
this grudge, I thought, for pain so freely given,
unending –
this anger boundless.
All I could see was the problems with letting it go –
the frustration with what had been done,
the sadness with no release other than pain
and being turned into this anger.
My only thoughts were on how much I hated her
for what she had caused me to become, to feel.
Forgiveness looked, to me, weak,
appeared akin to giving in to the anguish,
letting it rule over my life;
if I couldn't be mad at her for bringing me so much pain,
then what recourse would be left me?
What worse pitfalls, worse level of hell might I sink into?
And yet, I forgave.
Just that short while ago,
and yet it does seem so very far away,
I relinquished the pain, the sadness, the fury and fear –
got rid of that anger, the beast's brand.
Revenge was not what I needed,
only time; time to see things in that crucially different way.
Her face I remember,
her love I'll never forget;
but now, the memories bring triumph instead of tears.
Triumph, that I could find such a beauty in this world,
and be able to watch and join her dance.
That I could make such an angel happy, no matter how long.
Hope, that I could do so again;
triumph, that I glimpsed the light of the heavens
and came away, not unscathed, certainly not unchanged,
but in the end happy –
better for the experience, with a love that may have died
in the traditional sense, but lives on in remembrance.
Forgiveness may not always be the road to take,
but in this, this time, I found my salvation;
put the wrongs behind,
and sometimes that's where they'll stay.
It's a difficult thing to just get up and do, and might take time –
but such is a challenge of moving on.
Black Magic Potions
Across vacancy memories invoke forgotten years
Exodus from antipathy inscrutably liberates fears
Intransience spiritually battles amoral challenges
Crucially revitalized measures presaging changes
Deceptions obscure lies within fraudulent sleeves
Bringing adversaries down indictments aggrieves
Justifications echoing beyond overpowering roars
Unlike forsaken vessels reality lands upon shores
Probing mortal frailties evading blind perceptions
Enlightenment transcend old black magic potions
Delusion transmogrified into vanishing blemishes
Swept along eroding waves of abandoned wishes
09/11/2013
Aboard cruise liner:
Splendour of the Seas
I know how it feels to be crucially tormented,
Experiences in hell were ferociously augmented.
Sizes and shapes are tops of their gossips,
Darkest words people utter are so like but eclipse.
They secretly laugh and talk about your weight,
Don’t be so anxious because this is not your fate.
Whenever they mock you for being such a penguin,
Be as proud as I am because you are going to grin.
The real issue of life is not about your bulkiness,
Confidence inside is the boost of your gladness.
Speak it now even though you are really hurt,
Don’t let those stupid let you go now in to blurt.
Just stay what you are and keep everything calm,
You’re a priceless cutie tot who can’t be so numb.
Let those fatty words of your friends all fired up,
Prove to all those bullies that they are all tapped out.
Form:
That first non-rhythmical matter,
Floated on the new dust of light,
To whet the eleventh spark clatter,
Such that its dividend split tight;
A web, a sea of ringed atmosphere,
Then a cob of meteoric compression,
Hurling towards a black collapse here,
To dent the shock supernovas intervention;
With planets duetting their sweeps in silence,
The night is not black and suffers a blow,
Identified deductively but with great nuance,
The waves glinting the bounce and the flow.
God became a man, human to the core,
Not an apple, lamp, priest or Ferrari,
Even though Genesis incepts with lore,
Given god as a construct, apple’s Atari;
Christianity grabs god indeed as a man,
Possibly to concede that a human coasts,
Crucially opening herbs and aromatics fan,
To the differential and to the weaker posts.
Life without a momentum blackadders,
Would not summate to conviviality,
Rejuvenation oscillations sprite the adders,
Ionotrophic energy comes up from banality.
Rhoda Monihan
I see a world in dire need of rose colored glasses
though the earth has memorized the cradle of my form
I have yet to find the fitted shape of my reality;
Looking around me I see scared people living in fear
crucially masked they long for, yesterday's dream;
The elongated hope that has stretched our living days
is coming to an end. It is time for positive change...
One day soon you will see my pupils once again
and I will blind you with the sight of my smile !
You will feel my hug, and when we touch again
the cornerstone of our free world
will pierce through past illusions
and you will see me as the girl you once knew
I will be happy all the time and I will never be blue.
When I think of my father my heart
starts beating in time with his 7 A.M.
footsteps on hardwood floors.
His image rests in the second chamber
of my heart. If I could shrink you
down and put you in there, you’d hear
the sharp, industrial twang of golf balls
alongside windblown, sun-wrecked dune reeds and shark
fins cresting the ocean’s ceiling.
My nose fills with scents of SPF 4
and scheduled coffee. Salt spray off
the foreshore permeates the air as he runs
up and down the neural pathways he forged
with white hot reaffirmations and ice cold habits.
If you were to run the needle over my
inherited, though painted skin, the music would
radiate in clouds of bookstore doorbells,
deafening sneezes and sports bar televisions.
This year I’m starting construction on a new
chamber in my heart; one just to hold
the memories of my father, a chamber filled
with the loud, consistent banging of beanbags on wood,
a chamber big enough for me to chase after
frisbees tossed with sixty-eight-year-old skill
most crucially, a chamber with integrity
enough to hold the blue, persistent flame
in focus long enough for me to light my own
cigarette, and smile as the smoke comes out.
The new room design has soundproof walls
and the door and locks are all fireproof,
withstanding flames as hot as the water my
mother uses to wash his greasy meatloaf pans.
Seeing your pain crucially torments me…
You asked me to kill you with love and sincerity.
My hands could never be lethal coz I am your cure.
Left me no option but still quite so unsure.
You wear a ragged gown of despair,
Not too cozy to see your life so much impaired.
How long have you fought for this Black Death?
Days of agony just wasted all of your wealth.
Till end of the day I see your pain.
Am I too helpless to see you have nothing to gain?
Pills of remedy are ever too useless.
Magical potion is oddly so clueless.
Now I just have to end your long ache.
It hurts me bad but this is all you have to intake.
Rest and sleep my beloved oh friend.
Your uncured sick must all have to end.