Long Decisions Poems
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Smoke curls where laughter once lived,
a street of bricks turned brittle dust,
where a child once dreamed of growing wings.
The air carries a silence loud with grief,
a mother clutching memories,
a father holding nothing but loss.
They did not draw the lines on maps,
nor whisper strategies in darkened rooms,
yet their lives unravel like old cloth
under the weight of decisions made afar.
The planners sip their coffee in gilded halls,
speaking of targets,
of victories counted in nameless numbers.
They do not hear the wailing,
do not taste the ash.
A young boy picks through rubble,
searching for his sister's doll,
while across the sea,
the architects of ruin sleep soundly,
unmarked by the war they waged.
History will forget the names of the fallen,
but the planners' statues will stand tall,
their faces carved in stone,
their hands bloodless.
And so, the innocent bear the cost,
their bodies the ledger,
their pain the ink.
The war ends,
but for them, it never truly does.
While gazing into the mirror
At this woman that I see
I wonder what she is thinking
As she gazes back at me
Her face is so familiar
That one could almost say
She and I are both the same
Yet different in some way
I see it there within her eyes
They speak without a sound
Telling of a life she has lived
A happiness not yet found
Accepting her life decisions
Each she has learned to cope
Realizing now the sadness
It becomes a spark of hope
Chasing away the darkness
Showing a new direction
I see a tear fall down our cheek
As I smile back at my reflection
Another older one which I really like its me! Plus I wrote it like 20 years ago!;)
Fashion’s a verb
an action word
something you do.
A subtle brush of blush
cheeks dusted with peach
eyes, smudge-framed with kohl
a soft fingertip of powder on the nose
so it doesn’t like-Rudolph-reindeer glow
A shimmer of glimmer arching over lids
A bit, a spark, of barely-there bronzer,
and on the lips, a trace of glossy color.
Alchemy or pretty pollution
Chasing radiance on tired skin
powdered to porcelain
Yesterday's bad decisions
hidden by good DNA
and makeup in a cliché
of desperate optimism.
Disclaimer: Tell your doctor
if you show signs of delusion
and begin to believe the illusions
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Songs for this:
One Way or Another by Blondie
Rush by Troye Sivan [E]
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[E] = explicit song
Living in a false vision,while creating illusions of bad decisions.In my past when my footsteps became ashes,I was stealing for others who really need it.I position myself in danger countless times for strangers with smiling faces who take advantage of kindness,weakness,and talents.But now that Im polished in my craft,Im well balanced surrounded with solid knowledge and display my wisdom that pays attention and listen before I solved them.With tunnel vision deciphering through the rumble and rewritten for those who gets misguided.Cause in my experience language is the true connection of us breathing,while others sleep and dream about living,manuevering through life in a empty body suit in flesh,that dont bleed or shed.Barricaded themselves in there own prison,even there reflection denies its own visit.Its ashamed many dont realize in life we have options to disengage derange or grab on tight to what feels right.I tend to go down memory lane,visualize those precious moments in the past,were all lies,giggles and laughs.But now that I found God,I disgarded my mask,to show my true demeanor and pave my positive mission everlast.
Let those who see fit dwell in empty rooms
Enveloped by darkness, not understood
Drenched in self-pity that loudly consumes
A world they've chosen, I care not nor would
As though their pains run deeper or longer
A blackened hood of loneliness to wear
Invisible disguise, to seem stronger
This fatal thought of illusion, life cares
First and last breath are both silent givens
The world between is but a changing choice
Decisions decided, never forgiven
When the heart and head speak with separate voice
Lonely the rooms filled with cries from hearts lyre
A song of sorrow and anguished desire
4/17/14
Betrayal
I bet you feel happy
I bet you feel crappy
I bet you feel snappy
I bet you feel uncanny,
Being without the family
I’m sorry I feel this way
Maybe I’ll pray away the pain
I just want you to stay
Baby, I’ll stray away the disdain
I let you go, I get you’re fine
I let you win and share the wine
I let you be within your walls
You almost always answer my calls
But…I feel so much betrayal in store
You betrayed the family and more
By your heartless decisions
And fulfilling selfish missions
Fretful as ever
I never get better,
So don’t make me feel better
I am a regretter…a black and blue sweater
You meddled with our feelings and memories as bitterness grows
You made us feel a hundred degrees above and below as it shows
Painful laughter is what I see
You drained the good energy
Uneventful disaster you brought upon us, upon us, us
Yet you heal those in need beside the ones below the bus
I can’t believe you let us grieve
Without a tourniquet of relief
You just want me to simply leave
Then, stay here with you? That’s beyond belief that you’re behind the times of my ever-glowing, ever-growing grief
I bet you should feel
But, you’re unfeeling sometimes
I bet you would deal
with Judgement Day for your selfish crimes
Homeward Bound
It doesn't matter how fine your house.
Or what kind of trips you took.
What car you drive or how much cash;
The Bank records in your books.
How famous you are will soon pass away;
And you will be yesterday's news.
Your beauty will fade, and you hair fall out;
But what of the choices you choose?
There are things that we do that last longer than death.
That don't crumble and don't fade in time.
There are decisions we make that are not for ourselves.
There are mountains that we need to climb.
Light up the way for those in the dark.
Strengthen the weak and forlorn.
This is the reason you walk among men;
The reason for which you were born.
Invest in the lives of the people you love.
For generations yet far to come.
Live such a life that they'll follow your path,
And of your harvest they'll reap the sum.
Build for you must, it's the way of all men;
But hold to these principles fast.
Build the things that matter the most.
Build the things that will last.
Will I ever get better? It’s a pity I never realized my past traumas affected me until I got into a healthy relationship. I learned what it truly means to be loved and suddenly noticed every broken part of me. I worry it will scare him away, but what if I already did?
I’m scared to leave because of the love I hold. I’m scared to stay because of the trauma I bring. My mind is a haze, and my heart is a mess. I am the problem, and I must confess, I am the weight dragging you down from finding happiness.
I know I am not easy to love; my flaws and fears rise above my love. I push you away with every word and deed. Scared to hurt you and scared to lose you, I make harsh decisions. I don’t want to talk because I scare you away. I don’t want to intervene because I will hurt you with my words.
I am suffocating under the weight of my mind, drowning in emotions, and feeling left behind. What if I’m losing something special, something meant to be mine? What if we have a future? Is it worth it? It’s all "ifs" in my mind.
You only want to be happy, and I realized that too late. I wish I could rewind time and fix things, but how? It haunts me not to talk, not to ask but to protect you l can, It’s a pity I realized all my wrongs too late, and I don’t know how to correct them. Should I stay or should I leave?
We all watched the news in disbelief;
Horror stories of death and grief.
We sat in our homes, safe and sound;
All the while, it was coming around.
People just keep asking, "Why?"
Hearing it went global; still we deny.
Places closed- last the schools;
No big deal, if we bend the rules.
When it hit us here local,
Only then did people get vocal.
They say, "It's a lie, it's not real."
When they get it, will they say the same still?
Watch the numbers going up more each day;
Yet, we open up more places, anyway.
We know to get rid- will be no easy task,
Distance, Sanitizing, and wearing a mask.
The "Why's" are not a mystery,
If we look at pandemics in history.
Most of us never would have guessed,
That before technology became the best,
We had another pandemic, much like our death tolls.
Decisions then were not based on upcoming polls.
They fought long and hard, and finally overcame,
The 1918 pandemic that was much the same.
A century has come and gone since when,
Knowledge abundant we didn't have then.
Does not matter anyway, results can be just like,
Yet, daily we watch our case numbers spike.
We know to be rid- will be no easy task,
Distance, Sanitizing, and wearing your mask.
This should not be such a mystery,
If we learn from the pandemics in our history.
Fighting the mask every step of the way along,
Yet, when mandated, they wear them wrong.
"It is hard to breathe, " has been said,
No breathing now that you are dead.
Comfort is a notion not to conceive,
What will it take to make you believe?
I wanna go right,
but I chose left;
I gonna go right;
But I went left;
Hell bound with no regrets;
Better git my head on straight going left;
I wanna go left;
I should have went right;
I wanna go left;
should have went right;
Spent all my life time trying to empress (the world)
I should have gone right, but I went left
I wanna go north;
but I went south;
I wanna go north;
but I went west;
I wanna go north up into the skies;
in the heavenly to be with Jesus my Lord and God;
I wanna go north
but I went east
wanted to go north but I went east;
where is there peace, of mind in these unholy times;
should have gone north but I went east;
so my brother and sister listen
all my peoples that are missin;
if you don't change your decisions;
We should all wanna go right instead of left;
and while you still got your breathe
let's all of us go right, instead of left;
if you wanna pass God's holy test;
you might wanna head north instead of west;