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There is never an ending
to the spending
a world of paper
and plastic to collect
and horde
clothes
and cars
and homes
and jewelry
and fine wine
and paintings
stocks and bonds
vacations
and expectations
entire vocations
devoted to
disguising the numbers
the Caribbean masquerade
to volumes of recorded
purchases and voices
of invoices
making
discreet
choices
all
to extend
the accumulation
of dates
and names
places and faces
communications
and connections
at breakneck
speed
must fill the need
must fill the need
a shouting browbeating
broadband
handing over
fistfuls of cash
to make sure
make certain
only the best
the finest
the rarest
of air is not available
for
the underwater martyrs
the silent box dwellers
the empty bottle collectors
the wheelchair drifters
the SRO limbo sellers
the workers at
the bottom
of the
fast
food
chain
and the indigent gamblers
who line the halls
to knock on doors
of government departments
crippled by reckless
and corrupt state
administrations
choking the dwindling
sources
and resources
that have
nothing to do
but
count the days
and ways
to disappoint
disarm dismay
dispute the reputations
and applications
held in sweaty palms
eager
to begin living
to end the doubt
to end the not having
the counting of pennies
the slow heroin erosion
the unbroken hollowness
the whiskey-soaked
ravages of vacant histories
better-forgotten memories
of cold emergency rooms
to end being
in a world
apart
a world
of resentment
of fear and hate and anger
of dark empty streets
empty recriminations
empty promises
made to themselves
by themselves
harming themselves
or
arming themselves
to rob to steal
to maim
to take whatever they can
for as long as they can
to approximate
the wonder and magic
of having what you need
when you need it or want it
to not have to beg
to not have to humiliate
or be humiliated
to not have to watch
the ease of others
who have a casual
contempt for misfortune
and respect for nothing
but their own wealth
of deception
to breeze through
tall golden doors
to an unbroken string
of shiny bright todays
and tomorrows
to not have to
lunge for hope
and
never grasp it
in all ways
and forever
just out of
reach
He never knew the girl that wrapped her body in self-pity the nights she spent alone with no one else to warm her, blaming herself for every bad thing in her world.
He didn't know the girl that bathes her self in tears the nights shes too afraid of her self to shower because it was the only place her thoughts had a clear shot at every part of her being.
He never knew the girl that wouldn't eat in the morning because it made her feel sick. Wouldnt eat in the afternoon because she had work to catch up on. Wouldnt eat at night because she was too tired the days before she would see him.
He didn't know the girl that whenever she said she was 'sick' it was from searching the bottom of her stomach. Removing any vice form her mortal she could find. And not because of the flu.
Even her herself never knew the girl that felt so out of place in the world that she believed she shouldn't be there.
She'd wake up hours later dazed from the happenings before,
her head lightened from the pounding of her skull against her walls.
She'd wake up with no recollection of the buckets of tears she tried to drown herself in or the breaths she lost from smothering herself until she fell into unconsciousness.
She wouldn't remember trying to erase her imperfections she would only wake up to them multiplied.
She'd never wake up with the memory of the war but always with the battle scars.
She'd tell her self it was okay and that she knew she was beautiful, that knew she was important to this world. Forgiving herself for the way she's been treated and feeding her mind empty promises of change.
The boy that she would never admit that she loved standing in front of her never knew how much she hated herself but now he did. She's the reason this boy whose smile could light up the world was staring at her with tears in his eyes.
The same eyes that resembled the loving hues of blue that laid on the seas and if you stared into them for too long their soft currents could lull you to sleep. But his eyes looking down at her right now were nothing like the peaceful currents of the sea. His black pupils were surrounded by the darkest blues from the angriest parts of the ocean. The waves crashing and churning, threatening to spill over his lashes and down his beautifully porcelain cheeks.
And for that, she could never forgive her self.
Form:
Love is like fragile wings.
romance an illusion of moonlight delusions.
I recall when summer skies hypnotised,
in the pleasure of your pleasing presence,
I used to gaze at the doves of love above,
admiring their delicate reflections in your eyes.
Revealing the tempress inside you,
our butterfly hearts used to flutter,
watching our shy shadows dance,
to the rhythm of brave waves of hope.
Tribulations of time led to a
decay within our garden,
as poisoned poetic petals,
drowned in a wild river of roses.
Now we are like a
destitute of wildflowers,
our souls resembling moths of shame.
There is a sadness in silence,
when there is confusion
in communication.
Tongues remain oppressed
in misunderstanding.
When candlelight caresses
no longer feel the same,
as misplaced moments begin to untame.
Songs of passion we sang for us,
escape as anthems of selfish games.
Should we muster dry conversations?
Neglect our flower garden in this storm?
Within wilting vines where
weeping willows hide,
it's a crime that the crying
crescent moon mirrors our stolen hours.
Specks of cosmic dusts
refuse to unravel silver spotted dreams,
when time becomes a nightmare
ticking beneath electric fields of scarlet.
I've lost and found you in
diversified seasons,
as winds of evanescence
curl empty promises into pearly shells.
Every poetic phrase you’ve
place in my borderline mind,
no longer hydrates this
glassy oyster heart -
will I forever remain confined
within restrained walls?
Perhaps this is just another
beginning of an ever-glowing end.
Painted in restless nights
from subtle strokes,
of forgotten devotion felt
like forbidden nostalgia,
beckoning monotonous forlorn
silhouettes to depart.
The last star shines and
bleeds broken hopes
in dwindling wraiths
upon love gliding
within trifling shadows.
For, sometimes feelings
wane like ephemeral phases
of moon-bows that seize
every lingering last light of life,
unveiling tides of change to
wriggle into thin fogs of grey.
Yet your clarity is forever
framed as timeless souvenirs,
designed as fine aesthetic
art colouring me with affection.
Forgive me, but I will
perpetually plant loyal seeds,
so our collaborations
continue to blossom in fresh fragrances.
The sound of a broken heart caught in a echo to be repeated endlessly inside the lies in with which it trusted.
Words of abhorance hidden behind the sweet sounds of empty promises and forgotten tomorrow's.
My heart aches and burns as it is slowly chipped away with every smile that is as fake as the time when we first vowed to be only for each other.
Autumn leaves is the color of the eyes i adored for being filled with hope and light that brightened my life from the dark that i cling too so desperately. Now i see they are filled with flames that only burns the ones who dare dance in their hypnotic glow.
I love you... I love you more.... I love you most..... Words that were used but never proven.
Betrayed i sit here quiet and afraid of the consequences caused by the thoughtless actions of others.
A deaf mind to a subconscious scream that is never heard my being clings to life with the ignorance of a fool that has already died and has yet too realize it.
Im so confused
what i should do.
Is it all in my head
I don't understand
I opened the gate
Let you be in my future
You said love but really meant hate
Is it fun to see me suffer
I only asked for honesty
But all i ever hear are lies.
Why
Why
Why
Tortured despised.
Lies
Lies
Lies
At least you can say you tried.
How do you tell your heart goodbye
How do i live without you by my side
Im not sure, im blind obviously
Living in false trust drowning in denial
I wish i could believe
I wish i could trust
But with the non stop lies ive had enough.
Tell me the truth, forget my feelings
Im not listening to your crying and yelling.
Did you kiss him, suck him? Love him? Or even touched him?
You came home with one man several times
Even though your 3 minutes walk from home. And youve known him for months. Long. before you
You hid your phone as you talked with another and deleted your messenger every day after work to hide the messages filled with idk what. You were around these men before during and after work every single day. I went to work to better our lives every day . Getting paid like a slave so i could learn a trade so we could move away.
I am confused
what should i do
I feel abused and misused
I just want the truth
I need to hear it from you
You have my heart
And your tearing it apart
Form:
In the twilight of our consciousness, where shadows intertwine with subtle grace,
I wander through endless corridors, seeking truths in this forsaken place.
This world, the sole reality, with all its terror and tender embrace,
Demands our love, lest we lose ourselves in imaginary space.
Through the labyrinth of thoughts, where dreams and fears entwine,
I glimpse the dismal utopias, where false hopes align.
The politicians' empty promises, like stars that cease to shine,
And the futile whispers of reward, which the misled call divine.
How can we live in a realm where terror and beauty blend,
And not surrender our hearts to this paradox without end?
For if we scorn this earthly tether, where shadows and light amend,
We fall into self-deceit, where illusions grow and bend.
In the deep valleys of our souls, where echoes of existence ring,
We must find the courage to embrace this world, its horror and its spring.
To love it in its entirety, in every tear and triumph, to cling,
For in this acceptance lies our freedom, where only truth can bring.
The utopias of the misguided are but mirages on the sand,
Promises that dissolve in time, slipping through our hand.
We must root ourselves in the present, in this tangible land,
Where terror and wonder coexist, a realm we must understand.
The religion of the future, a whisper of comforting lies,
Attempts to mask the terror, but leads to our demise.
The imaginary world, an echo that never satisfies,
Dispels the fragrant beauty that in the present flies.
In this sacred waltz of thoughts, where consciousness aligns,
I strive to love this world, with all its dark and bright designs.
To see the terror as part of life, where beauty too refines,
A place where dreams and reality, in perfect balance, combine.
Through the misty veils of day and night, where dawn's first light appears,
I walk the path of acceptance, embracing hopes and fears.
For only in loving this world, with all its pain and cheers,
Can we find our truest selves, beyond the false veneers.
So let us cherish the terror, and the beauty that it brings,
And love this world in its entirety, to the rhythm of its wings.
For in this dance of reality, where every shadow sings,
We find the essence of our being, the truth in all things.
Under the heavy shadows of worry, I travel through the depths of endless thoughts,
People, in a desperate search for security, flee from the natural plagues of existence,
Seeking refuge in structures embodying the power of immunity, false walls of protection,
But only manage to bring about their own demise with new plagues, unleashed by their obedience to politicians.
In the labyrinth of my mind, thoughts intertwine like subterranean rivers,
I reflect on the illusory mask of protection, a cardboard construction, built on empty promises,
Politicians, crafting political plagues, are the merchants of pestilence,
Their refined manipulation, a spider’s web, woven from words and deceptions.
People, like butterflies dazed by false light,
Cling to promised power, believing in the security of imposing structures,
But find themselves trapped in the snare of their own choices, victims of a dream of safety,
Their souls becoming prey to new plagues, more terrible than natural ones.
In the depth of a melancholic evening, under the shadowy and heavy sky,
I watch the creeping shadows of plagues on the soil of our souls,
Trying to measure the short path from hope to disaster,
In the captivity of illusion that separates truth from lies.
I carve my path through thoughts, each shiver a reflection of bitter reality,
Politicians rise as pillars of decay, wrapping the world in a veil of suffering,
Each promise a lurking plague, each smile a hidden wound,
And people, wandering, unaware of their own destruction.
In the silence of the night, under the cold gaze of the moon,
I dream of an awakening, of a release from the yoke of illusion,
The hope that we will see beyond the false walls of immunity,
That we will break the chains of political plagues and be reborn in truth.
But until then, my steps dance among the shadows,
Seeking authentic light in a world of illusions,
A deep desire to find the path to pure freedom,
Far from the traps of politicians, far from their created plagues.
In the end, what truly matters is the soul’s clairvoyance,
The liberation from the illusion of false security, from the new plagues of obedience,
Seeking true freedom in authenticity,
Living life in its purest form, beyond shadows and deceit.
“Peace I leave with you
my peace I give you
I do not give to you as the world gives
Do not let your hearts be troubled
do not be afraid” (John 14:27)
But I am scared
Blood runs down streets
Hatred, rage, violence dance
In a chaotic frenzy performance
of evil malice . . .
What do your words mean?
Are they void – empty promises?
Where is the peace in deafening explosions?
In the cacophony of rapid gun fire?
Screams of horror?
Tears of death???
“I am the resurrection and the life
The one who believes in me will live
even though they die
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die
Do you believe this?” John 25:26
Yes, I want too . . .
But fear creeps around my heart
Its cancerous fibers sinking deep – choking me
Doubts greet me in the morning
Panic sleeps in my bed
I am weak
Hear my cries of desperation
“Be strong and courageous
Do not be afraid
do not be discouraged
for the Lord your God will be with you
wherever you go” (Joshua 1:9)
Stay close – fill me
I cannot see –
Darkness surrounds me
Death, destruction, desecration, depression
Blood, bitterness, bile, blight
“I have come into the world as a light
so that no one who believes in me
should stay in darkness
If anyone hears my words but does not keep them
I do not judge that person
For I did not come to judge the world
but to save the world” (John 12:46-47)
I cannot begin to fathom this
How great is this love
Forgiveness over revenge
Peace over violence
Life over death
Love over hate
Help me I pray
“A new command I give you
Love one another
As I have loved you
so you must love one another” (John 13:34)
Love one another . . .
David Meade
11/18/2015
Love Generously
Form:
A MOMENT IN TIME
Many people miss the chance to discover the truth about things in their life. Then you
have those people that are born with the truth about their life, and then there are people
like me who at one point and time knew the truth and chose to stay away from it. Now as I
look back, what a stupid move on my part, and not to mention the lives I ruined with that
choice. I made a choice to be selfish and misguiding, leading to a lot of broken hearts
and empty promises. I guess you really never know what’s going until it is to late and
the mistakes have already been made. “What a life?”, is what I used to ask myself, “What
are you doing?”, was another popular one. Sometimes I didn’t know where I was going or
where I was at, lost in a world of my own, with no concern for anyone else. Growing up
took a lot, a lot of focus and determination, and that also came with a lot of pain and
sorrow. Realizing the truth about myself again took a lot out of me, and it might of
crippled me, if I wasn’t so strong. But then the question arises in my mind, was I really
that strong, if I ran for so long? Changing everything in my life to see what would work,
but nothing would work, because I wouldn’t let it work. The first stage of being selfish
has now been complete.
So where do we go from here? Learning how to fake the truth is where I went. Time after
time I lied to myself to make me feel better about what I was doing. But did I ever stop
to think of the people in my life that would be affected by this move. Becoming stand
offish, was one move, being totally engaged with myself with no care or no worries, but
little did I know that I was ruining my own life as I lived it. I used to love to disguise
my soul and mind just to fit where I was at. I was very quick thinking on my feet, no
matter where I went I could mold into whatever they wanted me to be. Almost like wearing a
cloak, and I was good at it, but for those people that thought they knew me really got the
worst end on the stick. There would be times where I would snap and fight friends and they
wouldn’t even know why I would and I would never explain it either. The second stage of
being selfish is now complete.
Locked behind a field of stars,
Hidden behind battle scars,
Living only to contend,
What is righteous without end.
Stare profusely at the time
When dreams had matter more sublime
Than existence in a shallow climb
Where hopes are shattered
Made a joke
And empty promises are choked
Beyond the point of no return
And those who dare they wind up spurned.
Yet somewhere in this blinding vision,
The spirit of a knight once christened
Emerges from behind the stars
Waging battle from afar
.
To those who trample on the weak
And those who cower under meek
Obscenities meant to deny
Aspirations to a tie.
Amidst the field of shattered glass
Betwixt the blades of blood-stained grass
Knights of valor lie in wait
For the oncoming barrage of hate
Fitted armor and a sword
Weapons only of a sort
That principles of virtue cry
Impediments towards those who strive
To hinder what is right and true
And places evil into view.
Where chaos discontented reigns
And knowledge serves of only pain
Emerges steady into lieu
Creatures aimed to misconstrue.
Armed with weapons of a sport
Meant to maim and to contort
Complacency…create in a word
A kingdom of their own accord.
Filled with displeasure… discontent
Rejecting faith as it was meant
To conquer nothing above all
Just eliminate this squall
Between men of different creed
Which only one there shall succeed.
Now the two opposing sides
Growing nearer in their strides
Each one bellowing his cries
Of righteousness and chide
Both caught up amongst their lies
That either side is to subside
Till their very last is tried
And only silence coincides.
Amongst the carcasses struck down
On the field lay all around
Remnants of the dead are found
And only silence is the sound
Of a battle that was waged
Since the origin of age.
Yet…from atop the tattered skies
On the field there does arise
One survivor from each side
Each too tired to discern
The longing to return
Where the lost once knew as home
And honor those who’ve lost and mourn
Going each one his own course
Till they gather enough force
And their paths become traversed
When the next battle is posed.
From the beginning of time there have been good and bad leaders in each and every country.
There are leaders who concern themselves with the well being of all its fellow citizens and they don’t worship money because they find ways to share it with those most in need first. They straddle the fence but they lean more towards the right than towards the wrong and find themselves becoming ever so strong.
Universal Health will keep all its fellow citizens healthy because without it, as disturbing as this may sound, plagues can be wide spread; a cough here a sneeze there, the question is who really cares. Will it be you, me or we?
There are those who convince others to follow them with empty promises of “See what I’m doing I’m putting more money in your hands, you the people who are tired and sick of lack. I’m creating more JOBS and more security, just follow me!”
Follow you? The one who is undermining its citizens by proposing to get rid of The Environmental Protection Agency and if you succeed than that’s the beginning of living in a lawless land, that would be naivety.
Would a good leader put its citizens at risk just to bring in oil and mining companies that violate corporate ethics?
Being Americans we all may feel a sense of privilege because our country imports and exports an abundance of goods and we all want our “Goods and Plenty”. And our barometer of enough, have been ignored with more and more stuff. “It’s the American Way” many will say.
But in America we have the “Haves” and the “Have Nots” Therefore the “Haves” may feel that they stand to lose a lot if they stand up for the “Have Nots”
“Oh such a hard decision to make” Not really, it will be a bigger mistake when the “Have Nots’’ realize that their condition all the time was fake.
We all eat, sleep, dress and rest and look our best. Some travel by foot some travel by plane but they all travel just the same.
So we seldom examine the truth because the lie is more appealing and it agrees with our greed.
My Leader promised me that He would supply all my needs.
Food, shelter, clothes, understanding, joy, gladness, and prosperity
And he’s never disappointed me.