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Night has spilled it's crimson chalice
across the horizon
Feathered color spreads along the bottom
of the bone white clouds
the center ball slips too soon below
and from the spilt chalice flows
navy darkness....and ever deepening ink
creeping and seeping
chasing the color down
lowing it all away
Then from the highest heights piercing
pin points of light
and rising up to them...
with tomorrow's sun
refecting
off the blasted surface
A white grey moon
to haunt and woo
It's light
kissing the wave tips
stealing the brilliant bait from each
and running up into me
I am lost in the shimmering
serenade
Swayed into a hope... I didn't see coming
Bedazzled and bejeweled in enticing light
as if the shore and sky could join
inside me
like a wafting song that floats in the night
I stop and hold my breath...to listen and not miss one
note
Rest my anguish, PLEASE! .
SAVE ME NOW from the awry life fate has summoned.
Grant me parlay, auspicious hope.
That my atrocious life may be pardoned by tale of good will. I will assuage by healthy distraction, that makes way a brighter tomorrow.
I have though, but one appetency.
Lust for resolution from my medical confines, that people would harbour me fit and measure me beyond my physical constraints.
That I may allure an honest man or by least live an honourable life and absolve my sin by selfless acts, that in death I may be restored whole.
Contest: Crazy As Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Date: 02/11/2019
For me burning daylight invites me to the black
It's not that I don't like daylight, for I'll never lack
If I'm ever to prowl whether it's amidst the dark, light
It's being the cleverest, within either I'm out of sight
Have you ever walked behind someone oh so quiet
Can you simply imagine, their strolling quiet riot
To even stand beside, in an Otis lift, we're alone
We in burning daylight, whom does whom belong
Sitting in a restaurant, all alone with no chaperon
Whether it's burning daylight, who does who own
For me burning daylight invites me to the black
To venture into the black, then I'll soon relax
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
white was first color scheme.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
I looked and loathe where I'd been.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
even in the dark, hope is seen.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
my slate wiped clean.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
on sheets of white, a positive beam.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
One and only One light on the scene.
I have gained everything
with white supremacy
A love so supreme,
each and every soul could be redeemed.
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We all celebrate happy endings,
But we seldom get to know the messy transformations
The messy middles
where the roads are windy and no end is in sight,
Yet we must continue...
Where life seems like quick sand
yet every moment is ages long
Where we want to find ourselves
Yet we find ourselves running away from self
Where we are bruised
Where hope and hopelessness stand diluted
Where love, trust and faith are continuously
threatened by betrayal, fear and loss
Where the eyes are wet
But we struggle to find what the wetness is about
Is it because how far we have progressed or coz we don't know how much more there is to go
Where the inner noise continuously shadows the silence of the wilderness
The messy middles that we must pass through coz
we are already far out of light in search of a newer light, where we are marching through dark
carefully observing and hopefully embracing
there's little sunshine these days,
and despair blows like a cold wind.
It rains, and rains, and rains.
state of affairs go from bad to worse.
Innocent souls perish in a war-torn nation.
the fog of hopelessness hangs in the air
for a downtrodden struggling to survive
in the mean, unforgiving streets.
a child's life hangs in the balance;
accidentally struck by rat-a-tat of gunfire.
what is going on in the world?
all birds, but the mourning dove...
keep silent in the meadow.
the praying mantis has seen better days;
It's arms folded in hope that
tomorrow is a brighter, better day.
Dwelling in darkness
I've known all my life,
I learned to survive
amid all of the strife.
Alone, I arrived in the air I would breathe.
Alone, I would choose in the web I would weave.
Drifting along the American stream
blessed to be born with the right to a dream,
caught in the current prevailing of time
when reason was lost and we fell out of rhyme.
My life will have witnessed the end of an age
when all of the dreamers must now turn the page.
For the nation of refuge and hope to be free
is nothing like what it was once thought to be.
Where the good of a man is deemed just good enough
if he adds enough zeroes to count all his stuff.
His wealth he would hoard with more than he’d need,
starving the children to feed his own greed.
The children of darkness whom long for the light,
knowing our weakness yet willing to fight,
for the hope to survive where the people are free
from the darkness of heart being all that we see.
A struggling world, though it needn’t be so,
where people ignore the things everyone knows.
Where eyes could adjust from the darkness to light.
Where the lives of so many could lessen their plight.
Alone as arrived, alone as I breathe,
alone with the truth of the web I would weave,
my dying wish still lives to be
as a vessel of light for the world to see.
J Minor
December 2019
Stolen Shadows from the night,
That have the Power to cast a light.
Powerful as they may be –
Everything cannot be easy.
This Darkness could be all consuming,
But you shouldn’t go around assuming
That Darkness is all Evil –
Even though it could be Lethal.
Darkness has a bright Shine,
Use this as a Guideline
Life consumed in all black has so much to offer –
Is the creature lurking really a Monster?
Or simply just your Mind
Being fearfully inclined?
Making up Monsters in your head –
Maybe talk to the Beast instead?
What could it say
About how it cannot Live in the Day?
How the Darkness is its Home
But that it is free to roam -
Untethered to the world around it –
Full of Wonder and Wit.
The Darkness helps it grow;
It’s Safer than you know.
Place of Shadows and Black –
Giving it the Freedom the day can lack...
It Happened Quite Some Time Ago,
this Story I'm about to Tell,
Way Back a Long Time Ago,
When I Lived in the Depths of Hell.
I Drank Potions and Elixirs of Death,
for Life I Had No Care.
I Lived for the Ultimate High,
My Soul Icy Cold and Bare.
There Was No One I Knew to Care.
I Was Aimlessly Drifting Through Life,
and Caring for Nothing at All,
When I Was Stabbed by a Knife.
It Was the Knife of Desperation,
the Loneliness Too Much to Bear.
That Was the Day I Walked out of Hell
and I Fell on My Knees in Prayer.
It All Happened Sometime Back,
My Troubles Blew Away like the Sand.
I Got up off My Knees That Day,
With the Help of a Nail Scarred Hand.
Connie Moore
May 4, 1997
The day has finally come
Learn what was and what will become
A small injection that could change lives
With hope and prayer that she thrives
So much depends on this injection
To feel content without any rejection
To make those bipolar voices disappear
And her personality to reappear
The thoughts and voices driving her down
For months no smiling only a frown
Negativity flooding from every pore
This little thing could open a new door
All I need is for her to be safe
A promising outlook without the chafe
A happy and healthy women
And not sink this far mentally again
This type of medication is the last hope
Something that we both need to cope
I do not know what to do if this fails
Or what to do with all it entails
But I’m willing to let myself believe
In order to let myself feel relieved
Fingers crossed this is the answer
Without it is like living as a chancer
I’ve pinned my hopes on this
With hopes and dreams that can be bliss
This is just a small piece of the puzzle
But a giant leap forward in the struggle