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I never thought I'd be the type to say,
suppose at some point love gets to us all.
Hearts like your own can't be given away,
they have to be earned on top of the thrall.
Your embrace had such a powerful grip,
forever at peace when shielded by it.
Said you were leaving my heart hit a skip,
Left alone in an emotional pit.
I struggled with reason - what did I do
to lose the love of my life? Welcome, death
say how do? Of life I am all that is true.
My soul has passed on; I saved you my breath.
I hang my head now accepting defeat,
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat.
Deep in my heart she triggers it to beat,
remembering love with all its embrace.
I'd give her my all and bow at her feet,
God only knows how I miss her dear face.
She is my definition of heaven,
and her love defined: the key to its gate.
Given her hand my glee it would deafen.
No fear in my heart at one with my fate.
I spend all day dreaming of her beauty,
most vivid images do not come by night.
Win her back that is my only duty,
so i wait for her with a lovers might.
So, all of these feelings I did convey,
I never thought I'd be the type to say.
In the heat of the Mohave desert
Drumming echoes build
In unison to my heart
Pumping and pounding
Faraway chants introduced
In some unknown native tongue
Rhythmic and nostalgic
They draw ever closer
As I close my eyes
Inviting my soul to manifest
Freeing it into tall billowing swirls
In the largest of overhead circles
So ethereal and surreal
That bold drumming resonates
Picking up the beat
Heavier and intense
Pumping and pounding
Pounding and pumping
Pumping and pounding
Pulsating fiercely through me
Transporting me to the other realm
Meshing with the paranormal
Mesmerized and entranced
Awakening old secrets trapped
In parallel dimensions
One second
The sudden silence
Plonks me like a lifeless puppet
Free falling to fathomless depths
The next
My body goes into convulsions
Quivering and shaking
An obscure dam bursting with torrential tears
From I know not where
A baffling source of unspeakable grief
Inconsolable anguish
Throwing me into utter bewilderment
Imagining how I may have been transported
By some mystical sorcery induced by
That powerful drumming and warrior chant
Awakening the deep painful haunting despair
Of a throbbing wound
Unhealed through multiple lifetimes
What could I have possibly endured
If not the broken heart
Of a grieving wife and mother
Suffering the unbearable loss
Simultaneous of both
Warrior husband and warrior son
Read on air by invitation ~ February 19, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted for contest EMOTIONAL ANGER, HURT, RAGE sponsored by LEWIS RAYNES - November 26, 2017 - RANKED 3RD
Soul of one's life, does it live to exist
Perhaps emotional wreck of many desires breath
Love, hate, judgement to feel as if thought
Undying voice controlling journey of life
You can not kill for its idealistic
Realities truth to honesty in a race
Can not hide, darkness depths can't contain
Even the unkind feel it eating for something
True, one does have heart behind deadly eyes
What is it we look for in life fulfillment
Except that in everything love be found
Is what breathe a heart felt momentarily vison of what could be
Where soul is not but just molecule times passing
Dying away in mist glaze of comet's tail
Why is it we thrive on deaths door
A broken heart aches, unwanted edge to fall
To bury its pain, search of its touch
Why does it hurt so deeply felt, wanting
Even not to love, anguish breaks my being
The scent, unnoticed call to an attraction
Body race in enthusiastic rage of impulse
Salt droplets of love's passion beading the skin
Love, many levels we can experience
Even fall out of love we have lasting bond
I know you feel me, I love you also
Love's beating, takes a licking and never sleeps
Tic, tic, love; emotional or nature of our being
It has always been said that a zebra can't change his stripes
I wish that I can change mine seeing that I can't do nothing right
I don't see the point in being who I am because it's never acceptable
Everyday in life I feel that I have to change and stay adaptable
I can't find a happy medium and appear to be too extreme
I'm always misunderstood and no one knows what I mean
There's never a time that I'm not being told that I'm way too serious
Looking out for the feelings of others makes me appear delirious
What would happen if I decided to change my stripes
If I decided to take life as a joke and didn't put up a fight
Doing just what is expected of me but not too much
Completing the task given to me minus the finishing touch
If I stop going above and beyond to satisfy other people
Stop yielding to broken authority but instead try being their equal
Learn to start breathing the air others take in and not care
In this world people like me never win which isn't fair
Like our unique finger prints no two zebras share a match
I can appear overly emotional to those who don't know the facts
It hurts to know my personality
causes me to appear unstable
Just because I aim to please I'm also gaining a losers label
I seem to hurt myself trying to make other people happy
Losing my self respect while others are laughing at me
That day will come eventually when this zebra would change it's stripes
Something is going to snap and cause my emotions to go on strike.
DEPRESSION
Depression is like a hole in the ground
that sucks you in a different ground,
where it's dark, no matter what time of day
and you're alone, night and day, to stay.
It invades and ravages your mind.
It distorts your thoughts
and disrupts your way of thinking.
It numbs your senses and feelings.
You have no idea how depression
steals your joy, your control, your soul
and how it robs your well-being,
for you become empty, helpless
and start questioning your being.
You are there physically;
however, you are not really there totally.
You look at the well-meaning people around you;
but you feel they are not really there for you,
for they have no idea, no clue
of what you are going through.
For some, they are able to get better overtime,
as time heals, and are able to cope again.
For some, depression turns into addiction,
as they get addicted to the medication.
For some, they choose the path that is deadly,
as for them, there is no love, no emotional support, no money,
no pills or medication, no rehab or therapy
would cure the overwhelming melancholy.
Nothing will make it wholesome again,
nothing will let them see the light again
for all they feel is the sadness and all they see is the darkness
and they are stripped of hope and take their own lives.
My grandson is jumping up and down excited telling me about the new game he got, word of worship, and his mother lets him play it one hour a week and he hates to use up all his time in one day because then he has to wait six days to play again and so he’s thinking of playing 30 minutes on Wednesdays and 30 minutes on Saturdays so he won’t to wait so long, and I’m thinking, kudos to my daughter for getting him so excited about praise music or whatever this new game is, and he’s talking about earning experience points, and bells are going off in my head because worship is about knowing who your heavenly father really is and not some contrived emotional low-to-high, and I ask him about the name of the game again, and again he tells me about word of worship, and finally I ask, so how to do play this game and he starts talking about canons, or is that cannons?
not word of worship
addanel, ohtoay, es
but world of warships
For days that seemed weeks that passed, I found,
I was in such a slump of writer's block and sad inhibitions.
A cup of strong bitter coffee could not change my condition
and finally it slippped and dumped down upon the ground.
Give me light out of the dark
just a hint, a glimmer, a little spark.
The days were gray and black with a one cloud sky
as the wild wind chilled with an enraged howling cry.
The trees all shook and the branches broke
I sat and watched with emotional feelings unprovoked.
Nothing appeared to draw me out of this unwanted depression
and the weather matched me with every stormy expression.
Today at last, I woke to watch the setting moon
as it stretched across the sun's new opportune
and there it was the great welcomed passing
of the darkness once thought everlasting.
Smile wide and gleefully, just in time
taking in the brilliant bright sunshine.
You are the reason for my emotional strength,
You’re the reason I’m strong,
Because of the things that you did behind me,
Those things were emotionally wrong,
Like dressing up beautiful to meet this man,
Spending hours with him through the day,
Then texting him when he wasn’t there,
Just to see if he was okay,
Or laughing off any concerns I brought up,
And then telling me those little white lies,
Were little white lies of you both just being friends,
And you saying this straight to my eyes,
You are the reason I’m now tough and alert,
Building this wall to hide what I do,
But behind this wall of emotional strength,
Is my heart that still dreams about you.
I don't belong or get along, my ways are different from the rest
as hard as I try it just does not fly, I can never pass that standardized test
I cannot figure on whom to pull the trigger, I simply had enough
when my blood boils to toleration zero, I can't help but fly off the cuff
Imagine here you are, and put into a situation
being told there is no need for contemplation
so just another robot you are expected to be
would you not do whatever you must to set yourself free
Living this life for so very long, waiting for a miracle to feel you belong
where is the chance to redeem yourself, this internal pain seems to prolong
calling to those claiming to be your friends, please come now to my aid
my dilemma is certainly an emotional one, you have nothing to be afraid
What can I say, it's a broken heart I have today
who not in my position, would they be able to relate
so I am left with only this one thought in mind
with no alternative, predisposed to accept my fate
I am trapped in my own reality, with this being at the core
and only recently have I been able, beginning to explore
and, yet, my senses tell me, what my heart already knows
it's a punishment from above, because of what I did not long before
You see my friend, it is true that in the end
we will all be shown what our lives were all for
having been brought to this world, was not for naught
all of our deeds, to be weighed with a heavenly score
Our lives have been recorded on video, where all that has been done does reside
and after our lives have been completed, with all this will our judgement decide
to be applauded and forever lauded, by what we have done while we were here
or to be decided differently, and forever this shame will we be forced to wear
It is not too late, I reiterate, while the breath of life is still yours
freedom of choice gives you that voice, avoid what the Almighty abhors
only days and years to us remain, to the moral and upright you should cleave
because Satan awaits to take what's his, why for an eternity should you bereave
Surging like electricity to the esoteric abyss of my soul,
felt in all body parts, the flinching brought to the shoal.
Even the slightest stub of a toe, a beloved child in distress,
causes bile to roil and roll, the bowels of my heart in duress.
Likewise the agony of a pet - the suffering shrill, painful howl.
As a child I buried a silver dollar, his float to water’s top foul.
The automatic flinch - squeeze of fists, jaw, stomach, lady parts.
My brain disoriented, imaginative, culling others pain is a fine art.
The news of a small child hit by a homerun play, and the grab
Of the disintegrating player, dissolving into tears - a poignant stab.
Why do I linger so long, explaining at length my wearisome woe.
So you’ll grasp my afferent saturation and how my compassion grows.
5/30/2019
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver