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It’s real but with you it’s a dream in my head
I’m confused but I’m clear in my head
I’m looking at you but I see nothing at all
I can walk straight until I stumble and fall
Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is the next day
Yesterday is gone forever but now is all that matters to me anyway
I’m complicated but you can read me like a book
I’m not gullible but I fell for you sinker line and hook
I’m confident but around you I’m not sure
I remember it all but your love makes it a heavenly blur
Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is the next day
Yesterday is gone forever but now is all that matters to me anyway
We have all the time in the world but the sands have run out
Faith is gone but with your heart there is no doubt
It’s the end of the road at the start of something new
I have nothing at all but all I want is you
Today is tomorrow and tomorrow is the next day
Yesterday is gone forever but now is all that matters to me anyway
sometimes it may feel like you are at the end of the road
and you may feel that you just can't go on
but i encourage you to hold your head up high
and to stand strong
the enemy tries to attack us in many ways
he loves it when we are down he loves it more when we cry
whatever he tires to throw at us we can still hold our head up high
we can over come any obsitcales with Jesus by our side
he will get us through any emotional roller coser ride
God will always uphold us with his mighty righteous right hand
he knows where we are going he is the one that always does understand
with Jesus by our side we have nothing to fear
for when we feel we at the end of the road a new road will appear
the enemy can never win
where one road ends a new one will begin
so try not to let anything make you feel that you're alone
for you are on the road that will lead you home. Amen.
Isaiah 35: 8 - 10.
Voices in my head
Making me see red
I'm not part of the conversation
It's just a demand to fall in their formation
Mental health getting worse
Medicine not absorbing putting me in a hurst
Sit or stand decisions are hard
Maybe I am for the knackers yard
Doctors say let's try another
But their demands just smother
I know what I need to make it go away
A body that can function a normal way
The voices and shadows know I am weak
But peace and clarity is all I seek
I write these poems 5 benzos in
Maybe I should stop and put them in the bin
Lonely and scared, the shadows they move
There's no clear window to see through
Should I sit and chat and go more loopy?
Or should I hide and become less human?
Mental illness cannot be seen
The last few months have taken me
Who I was is now long gone
What I'd give to be able to listen to just one song
Sadness surrounds but no tears flow
I'm so amped up but walk so slow
When will the next shadows show their face
The battle to win is now a race
The voice commands to hurt myself
I don't have it in me, so its on the shelf
Medication unobtainable
Mental health declining I'm so unstable
Darkness follows me where I go
I wish sometimes it's the end of the road
I weep right now as not an end in sight
Maybe its my life I'll take tonight
Across the water there was a lighted path leading directly to the moon
in the early hours of the morning the other day…
There have always been things I wanted to ask the moon…things I wanted to say
so I decided to test my luck and follow that yellow brick road.
to, hopefully, meet up with that bright and shiny circle of gold.
When I reached the end of the road and was face to face with the moon
I thanked her for providing generations
a peaceful place under which people rest
and lovers swoon…
To tell her that I‘ve loved her…since I was just a little boy…
To tell her how, just looking at her, fills my heart with joy.
To thank her for teaching me…as she’s floated high above…
how I shine even brighter when I’m reflecting another person’s love.
For teaching me how to enjoy the good times and weather any strife….
by showing me change can be beautiful…how it’s just a part of life.
My question that I asked her in the early hours of the morning…
just the other day
was how can something that doesn’t breathe…take my breath away.
As she illuminated the water…still high above the sea
I asked her if she had any secrets…that she could share with me.
She smiled down at me and I fell completely under her spell…
as she whispered her answer in my ear…but swore me not to tell.
I will keep my promise…but if the secrets of the moon you want to unmask…
She told me to tell everyone not to worry..all you have to do…is ask.
she chooses to begin
where ever the nearest end of the road bends
she chooses to share an identical heartbreak
for pains he painted
she cannot mend
she chooses to see no other men
her fiery red eyes
love now disgusting to her
but in her he is deep within
growing pains
nightmares
moans and aches
the road leads to open sea
a place where introverts roam
free
she and he may never be
so disturbing
these two distant lovers
destined to be
traveling carefully
carelessly
ambitiously
aimlessly
defining and defending
some new definition or new dimension of love
doves soar high above this open sea
where last and sudden embraces were shared
she and he may be no where
but love
the blossoming of intimacy and friendship
the busts and bursts of insanity and fear
the world blows winds of life
and life experiences new world leaders
leaders that warned them
of the end
and even still
she chooses to begin
again
and with him
to domesticate and civilize
the brave new world
a new old world
with him
The last of its door at the end of the road
Will you step through?
Take a breath... take off your coat
Open the door and step into my world anew
Maybe you will feel too heavy at first
Maybe you cannot accept the first whiff
Maybe you can learn to love
Or maybe... you can learn to never believe
Did you remember your reason for stepping in?
Was it quiet desperation or a genuine inkling?
Yet I ask... have you been living a lifetime of dreams?
Or that of a moment’s keen?
I can paint you a picture if you can see
To see finally for what you are and not I am
The world has all the places for you to finally be
Of how you forget a beginning but to remember an end
Did you see a door at the end of the road?
Have you decided to step through?
Have you kept on your coat?
To begin your step into my world anew?
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Genre: life
Song Heaven(Last Door mix) by Sean Hayman
Oh! What a journey
We have walked through fields of gold
And stood beneath starry nights
Moon dust in our eyes
specks still glowing on our tongues
And in our folds and creases
Do you remember?
The gardens at Montmartre
And those courtyards where we stayed
Oh! The memories
The Seashore near Saints Maries
I can almost feel her breeze
Do you remember?
The flower beds in Holland
A quilt of many colors
And the poppy fields
Swaying in a summer breeze
Under cloudy canopy
We have seen the world
You and I – through Vincent’s eyes
Etched forever in our souls
Now we come to rest
Here! at the end of the road
The shoes of Vincent Van Gogh
~~~
Author: Elaine George
End Of The Road
There comes that certain turning point,
direction to end of the road;
a private one-way sign that leads
to final realm of life's abode.
The fire's made, the chores are done;
the winter years sweetly progressed.
And thankful for the decades lived,
it's time to ready for our rest.
There comes that certain turning point
we know our end of road is near.
But at that end, there is a bridge,
we cross to Heaven without fear.
January 4, 2017
~2nd Place~
Contest: Poet's Choice - The End Of The Road
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Judged: 01/15/2017
They say every problem
has an answer somewhere,
a road through the darkness,
a breath in the despair.
They say every mountain
has a path to the plain,
every wound has its healing,
every sorrow its rain.
But life is a riddle
that mocks what we know;
some questions have answers
that time will not show.
Some battles are fought
with courage and pain,
yet morning refuses
to follow the rain.
We search for a doorway,
we pray for a key,
we wrestle with shadows
we desperately flee.
We bargain with sorrow,
we reason with fate,
we plead with tomorrow,
we challenge the wait.
Yet sometimes the answer
is not what we seek;
it hides in the silence
of the strong and the weak.
For the river finds rest
when it reaches the sea;
the leaf finds its freedom
when it falls from the tree.
The candle finds purpose
while giving its light,
then solves its own burning
by surrendering night.
And death—yes, death—
that we fear and deny,
sometimes closes the question
that life couldn't untie.
But do not mistake me:
death is no friend.
It takes without warning,
and refuses to mend.
It leaves empty chairs,
it leaves tears in the rain,
it leaves those who loved us
to wrestle with pain.
So while there is breath,
let us struggle and strive;
let us fight for tomorrow,
let us choose to survive.
For death may be waiting
at the end of the road,
but life is the journey,
the burden, the load.
Every problem may carry
a solution unseen;
every night has a morning,
however dark it has been.
Sometimes the answer
is courage to stay.
Sometimes it is leaving
and choosing a new way.
Sometimes it is patience,
sometimes letting go;
sometimes we find wisdom
in what we don't know.
And when life's final curtain
descends without sound,
perhaps death is the answer
where no answer was found.
But until that last moment,
until breath has an end,
let life be the question
we refuse to suspend.
For death ends the journey,
but life is the art—
the place where we struggle,
the place where we start.
So if every problem
must somehow be solved,
remember: the answer
may not be what we thought.
For some storms teach sailing,
some wounds teach the soul—
and sometimes death closes
what life could not control.
I have been searching all my life for heaven in paradise but I just could not find it until my innate spirit reveals it. I searched from country to country over hills and valleys, mountain and plains; I walked until my feet were inflamed. But I could not find what my spirit reveals and what my heart feels.
I was carrying something with me, that was stronger than the energy that radiate in the sun and I had to find it before the day was done. It wasn’t within my reach, or I would have touched it, it wasn’t on the tree or my eyes would have behold it, but it was wrapped around my soul and destiny could not untangle it.You have to find a special code and make a hole in the mountain so that everyone can see what is waiting for thee.
Morning of the sun come and join me, if you have some time to spare, the army is going to march along the square. I have waited for this day to come, when I can go somewhere with someone special like you. I can feel your heart searching for me and when we find each other, we shall be free. I see you everyday but on weekend you go away and I cannot tell where you go and my soul keep searching for something I don’t know, it keep searching for something that I cannot see and this burden won’t go away from me so please make haste to come and rescue me.
Who can tell what is at the end of the road, who can tell
When the sun will come out and when the wretched courage of faith confronts you face to face on your first date, take a good look towards the hill and command your spirit to be still. I believe that the search will not be long, because my heart has indicted a wonderful song and when the time is right I will have right you by my side.
I knew there was something out there for me but I couldn’t tell if it was lodging at the bottom of sea and so I search for a diver to find it for me, and when I cast my lot, I almost fell off the rock, but the pebble fell into the ocean bed at the very spot where they wed and all of the sudden the cranes gather around to salute the crown. Height and might cannot break your will but courage and faith will break through the Iron Gate.