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“Obsession”
The lazy cat stretched full over me
filled the emptiness of a burning bed
my naked mind drifts in soft purrs velvet skinned
and morning feral my strings are plucked tightly, such a tease
drenched in early daylight, the awakening, the peeling away of the second skin,
starbursts dawn blinding as the burning light of the Sun rising within;
this magic jazz rolls Sunday morning all the way over
the book opens wide across talking limbs and tactile fingers caressing dreams
embedded in sex written white sheets, feels like riding love in open fields, such is the joy of sin,
next to holy communion it is next level, this wayward worshipping;
I lap it all up, the sound of being lost in a blazing blue heaven
tastes like sunbeams dancing in the arms of truth or dare Dandy Lions flirting,
they are pulling all my ebony strands in - words and thoughts - are silenced with a kiss,
the french talking of tongues, senses blown, all the way up, Ishtar's in sweet Babylon,
hands climbing the Jacob Ladder steps across a warm chest
full of dead and gone buried secrets where the heart beats
in unhurried ingénue time, and something like love always wins
read through Paradise’s unfathomable smiling blue-sky eyes
where flames are saviours like morse code twins.
The never-ending fall of a fantasy.
Obsession is the feline’s name;
Outside the Ocean calls Me,
Home
Candide Diderot. ‘26
Death comes to us all
I know
I am not that dumb
I just feel or see no point at this
particular time rubbing the fact in
This is in fact the second funeral
I have been to this week alone
It's just that now I am slowly getting
older myself
It's steadily brought it somehow closer
to home
That one day soon I myself will alas
also be dead and gone
And probably not many people will too
my funeral come
As never was or have I been married
or had any children of my own
And that is both a sad but true reflection
and sobering reality of my life
Not even the flower sellers will probably
remember me as everyone else that
I have known or met
As I have not even anything to leave
behind apart from a barrel load of
regret and endless disappointment
To cover and fill my grave and coffin
up with
Yes most certainly death comes to us
all indeed that is an unequivocal fact
Only difference being some amongst
us will tragically be missed
Whereas there are others of those of us
who won't
And that is no 1 else but our own fault
we have no 1 else other than ourselves
to blame in the end
We reap and gain out of life what we
put in and sow
As apart and apart from in this here life
where the good stand out
In death we are all the same difference
being we are all dead and no 1 cares at all
There is no further to fall from grace
whence we are firmly entrenched
6 feet under ground with the living
carrying on about with their daily
business and life as per usual above
Hopefully taking and learning precious
and valuable lessons from our mistakes
And not left paying the price for the ones
we left behind that even our death was
unable to fix and put back together
Lost in a perpetual maze
Caught up in an eternal haze
And with no solace left to find
I'm trapped here deep within my mind
Brick by brick the wall erected
Still my life was unaffected
Till the day it all seemed clearer
A closer look in the mirror
A prison of my own making
My sanity for the taking
Each hour spent from dusk to dawn
Reality was dead and gone
No longer close to kin or friend
The fences that I could not mend
This solitude I freely chose
To wallow in my fear and woes
Counting down to the day I die
At first I laugh and then I cry
My last sane day I can't recall
Those hidden walls enslave us all
Experts describe it as a complex emotional reaction, felt by people dwelling in isolation.
Sufferers sometimes cannot explain what they are feeling, as loneliness possess their being.
Why, oh why, is this disease so pervasive among so vast a population?
What is the explanation for this strange phenomenon we are seeing?
The family structure is cracked and broken, and we seem to be losing our mind,
Emailing, texting and tweeting have replaced good, old-fashioned conversating.
Instead of loving, caring, bosom friends, we’ve settled for the Facebook kind.
And spend the best part of our day posting, streaming and Facetiming.
We’ve forsaken our Creator and dislodged our spiritual mooring.
Now devoid of all bearing, we spend our life drifting,
Searching for true meaning by carousing, feasting and lusting,
And end up frustrated, depressed and still wanting.
Singles are prone to loneliness, since companionship is often a need.
It is not fun to cook, eat, and sleep all by your lonely self.
But singles can beat loneliness if to this creed they give heed,
That, “No man is an island, entire of itself.”
Wives can be lonely too, when companionship is lacking,
Because the man they married does not do much talking.
His home is his castle, and he behaves like he’s a king,
The TV is his mistress and he doesn’t do a thing.
Then there is the survivor, whose spouse is dead and gone,
And they are left to run the race and face life all alone.
The children have a life of their own and time is scarce as gold,
So, time with them is but a dream after they leave the fold.
Now if we want to cure this strange phenomenon,
We must seek after God with humility and submission.
And find true satisfaction by modeling our mothers,
In loving and serving and caring for others.
I write a lot of nostalgic poetry
Of days long gone and things of the past
Memories of better times
Of a Utopia that could never last
But there is a danger to the life we have
Nostalgia takes its toll
We forget about the present
While the devil takes your soul.
These days were made for living
While the past is dead and gone
Nostalgia is unforgiving
You need hope to carry on.
Looking back can make you smile
At a world no longer here
There is too much waiting up ahead
No need to wait in fear
To wait for what the future brings
In a world going slowly mad
Enjoy the day, live your life
Keep the good forget the bad
Time will come when all you need
Are the memories to take you away
While the world is burning and people cry
Just waiting for judgment day.
Yes ,yes I was a precious soul
Turned to a flower that's slowly decaying
My roots are dead and gone
Can only draw waters when I'm praying
The stars allign enough to keep me breathing
but never enough to keep me away from grieving
I'm a question mark in motion when it comes to
the act of living
Sometimes wishing to silence my cardiac rhythm
God's absence is like a faded sunray
The dying little light that saw me through dark day
Oh lord,sinner as I am in my life please stay
They ask who did I lose ,why am I grieving
I lost the only thing I had hope
Entangled to a downward facing slope
Of which I wish to climb
Just for the world to witness that I'm a dime
Yes I'm lonely,but undeserved attention is a crime
So I'll wait on God to renew my weary soul
Make the flower precious again
Return it to its original Image
Restore the hope I lost
Trapped inside a wasteland,
dying inch by inch
Slave inside a rusted heart,
feelings chained then lynched
Later now than yesterday,
earlier than goodbye
Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
the needle asking why
But time contorts, reversing,
trumpets call you home
Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
senses all atoned
Words on fire with freedom stirred,
reasons scorched and bare
A silence brewing louder,
new light burns through the air
Eleven Angels fly as one,
and twelfth, you join their throng
With wings now soaring inward
—time’s grip left dead and gone
(Airplane To Seattle: March 8, 2017)
Why must we have a down day now and then
Are there new rules I'm not aware of
Basically I'm upbeat as I'm sure you all know
But today came crashing down with a thud
Sure we're all bitten by the sad bug at times
It's a big part of this thing we call life
It provides a balance, allowing us to compare
Too much of either, we pay the price
When we finally get it, how this thing works
Gives a feeling of contentment and ease
Opening up our minds with waves of compassion
Instead of constant conflicts across seas
To my way of thinking, it isn't rocket science
Why must there always be conflicts
Probably written on a huge tablet somewhere
Must be forced to follow some new edict
Countries of the world must sign a proclamation
To curb all incursions and aggression
Word “freedom” must prevail throughout the world
We must strive to eliminate oppression
For centuries the world has been fighting battles
It is totally incomprehensible to me
Intelligent, peace loving peoples have been trying
For centuries and we still can't agree
When I'm dead and gone, hope a time in the future
Peace will finally be achieved
Now if I was a betting man, I'd most likely lose
Who really knows, wonders never cease
© Jack Ellison 2015
I pick up litter on the road.
What shines is often roadside trash.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
What glitters most is always gold,
To us who keep a highway clean.
Most cans and broken glass attract
Our eye like daytime fireflies.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
Not punishment for drunkenness.
(Though something I’ve been guilty of).
Nor for some passer by to take
Me for some do-good citizen.
I’ll not be known when dead and gone:
No apples trees as legacy.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
No stealing of what’s thrown away,
No trespass on what’s public land,
No evidence of DNA
Disturbed nor finger printed cans.
Just drive to give me wider birth.
Don’t honk or wave or two thumbs up.
Unless escaped from elder care,
Call no police to help me home.
I do it for the doing’s sake.
When I am dead and gone,
My name will still live on.
For I leave behind a legacy,
Of love, kindness, and bravery.
In the hearts of those I've touched,
My memory will be clutched.
Stories of my life will be told,
By the young and the old.
My name will be whispered,
In admiration and respect rendered.
It will be etched on stone,
As a reminder of a soul known.
I may be gone from this world,
But my influence will still twirl.
For the good I've done will last,
Long after my time has passed.
So fear not, for I am alive,
In the hearts of those who strive,
To be like me, kind and strong,
When I am dead and gone.