Long Every Poems
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A long mile I have to go,
Through silent winds and inner glow.
I seek the truth the world won’t show—
Yet in my soul, it lives below.
Truth is fire, burning bright,
Turning every falsehood light.
Like the sun in rising might,
It clears the dark, restores the right.
A long mile I have to go,
Where buried seeds of kindness grow.
I search for humanity’s glow—
Fading fast, yet moving slow.
Humanity joins heart to heart,
Heals the wounds that pull apart,
Wipes out hate with gentle art,
Ending bias from the start.
A long long mile I still must go,
To fan the flames that faintly glow—
For truth and love already flow
Within my soul… I only grow.
A Plea to the Charioteer
My prayers to you Charioteer
To guide me to the path full of light,
To lead me to the road that is right
And drive me to the route that is bright.
Let not the heat of anger besiege me
Nor the pangs of pride assail me,
Keep me clear from the sin of arrogance,
And free from the whiffs of petulance.
Should my mind ever go astray
Or should my faith in you ever sway,
Do refresh my veins with your flame
And goad me to the noble way.
Should hurdles be laid on my lanes,
Steer your chariot to evade them
Without inflicting any strain
Or any pain on anyone.
Should I ever wish to quit the field
Instil in me the strength and the will
To inner foes never to yield
Until I reach my last station.
I pray that you ever be by my side
And brace me with courage enough
To confront every stormy tide,
To vanquish every hidden foe
In battles within, though rough and tough.
When the final breath I will heave,
My plea that you fly me in your chariot
To your bright heavenly abode
My most cherished goal to achieve
To serve you at your wish and will.
Even when I know you
you are not with me dude
I shower myself over you ;A million times more,
even when you tell me the time will pass
I stay there capturing every moment with my heart,
even though you say you dont get attached
holding yourself acting out to be too hard.
I realized MY feelings are not the culprit
true intensions don’t have no reasons to hold back.
Even your stabbing me back doesnt affect
the things inbuilt in us doesn’t disaapear so fast
Coz goodness got no reason to make excuses
the past and what you have learnt all through those abuses
can not make you a less human ,AND a less attached.
You gotta learn that ,You gotta live
you gotta feel bad ,once you understand
how much on you have I believed.
How long will you tell me I am emphasizing way too far
Pitying on my feelings wont get you too: too far.
Even when you say you cant trust on people
what I am tryinna tell is trust your feelings
Your kindness ,An effort ,A day less than just to deal on.
Coz goodness got no reasons to make excuses
Remember you are far more than what you think you believe in.
There are boundaries to chase ,Crashing hurt to experience
you cant just wear a parachute and just keep walking.
So I am an Infinite , giving doesn’t deceive me
And a Zero you think you are
Inside out you have distinguished your walls,
Even though you say you don`t get attached
Holding Back is the forced delay from
The nutshell that you are making to break too hard.
The sorrow of losing you will never fade.
The intensity of your love deserves applauds.
Forever on our hearts it is engraved.
More than twenty years later in the middle of night,
With her luggage, she stepped out of the house.
Dewy wet eyes, knew that she would never return.
Yes, she was right confirmed the turmoil of her emotions.
All this while she needed to be freed,
There was rerun only of negative deeds.
She had finally snatched her sovereignty.
She was just too tired of his oddity.
He woke up to see no one around.
Bereft of hope yet her presence surround.
Unrequited emotions of the lovelorn.
Still craving for her immediate return.
He begged on his knees,
Howling in pain, he sought help of his peers.
Loneliness was an unbearable screech.
No one could hear his beseech.
He told every one, “ I will die if she doesn’t return.”
He told her so but she was adamant and firm.
His body had no way but the soul could not stay away.
He lay dead, his soul glided to unite.
There around her, for two days his soul lived its last life.
So very happy, to be with his beautiful wife.
Quietly watching joyous sparkles in her eyes.
He loved even this way to be by her side.
The sillage of his love failed to ignite.
Wailing helplessness knew now there is no respite.
Dismayed in pain, every day his soul too dies.
He is no more but his love will always survive.
The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater
Rainy days can't even bring down my spirits
I'm meant to live life on a high
I see nothing but positive signs every day
Of love and bright sunny skies
This can't be true, I've heard people say
One can't be upbeat every day
Once in a while, there gotta be sad things
You encounter along the way
Of course they're right, but the difference is
I don't let them get me down
They are all a part of this thing we call living
It's my choice to smile not frown
The sun is shining, not a cloud up above
How could life be any better
Good health and the love of a very sweet lady
Life is like a warm cozy sweater
@Jack Ellison 2012
Thank God, let the praise
Overflow
From a simple table and a
Humble home
Hands all joined, every voice
In
Grace
Thank God, let our hearts
Give praise
Grateful every day
Hearts give praise
Dream every night
Let the sparks ignite
Breathing in the fire, chasing
Morning light
Hold your good friends close
Don't let'em go astray
We are building trust stronger
Every day
For laughter that echoes through
These walls
For quiet peace when the shadows fall
For every tear turned to joy,
You were there
You were there through it all
Thank God, let the praise
Overflow
From a simple table and a
humble home
Hands all joined, every voice in
Grace
Thank God, let our hearts give
Praise
Grateful every day
Hearts give praise
One of my sisters believes I chose to be *****.
Did you remind her
you had no more choice about chasing guys
than she did?
Yes.
But her favorite televangelist
says I must be mistaken,
or just lying,
because who wouldn't choose to be hated
by all the hetero homophobes
like televangelists,
and evangelical radio heads,
right?
That makes no sense.
She can't really believe
you would choose to belong
to any repressed and humiliated minority,
especially during early onset of puberty,
when every girl and boy in any culture
is terrified of becoming different,
or special,
or weeded out of the clickety-clak pack.
Well, as she sees it,
she is in a LoseLose double-bind.
Either I chose to be *****, and am thereby demented,
or God graces all forms of WinWin sexual expression,
which would be contrary to her homophobic enculturation,
so it is easier to believe I am nuts
to choose perversely
than to consider herself nuts
not to choose more graciously,
especially with regard to God's creative capacity for love,
rather than simplistic judgments
which look and smell and sound like patriarchal sexism
more than radical compassion of God's healthy pleasure
of regenerative love among all gendered children,
red and yellow,
black and white,
gay and straight
and shades of grey transgendered,
each is precious in our polyamorous
Gaian Hypothesis sight.
What about your other sister?
Oh, she agrees.
With what, or whom?
She agrees we're all nuts.
Nuts
not to choose healthy love
over pathological hate
and fear
and anger
and greed,
craving to keep all the hot men
for one's own privileged clan.
The road was to long I almost quit.
The battle I thought was lost, almost no longer gave a ****.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe, looked down inside.
Prayed for an answer it was given to me, the answer it no longer had to hide.
For it was time to reveal itself, it was time for it show.
The path for my life, the reason, the purpose, the picture through the window.
At least now the picture now somewhat more clear, less saturated now you see.
For before the window was so stained, I could not see through it, so dirty.
Eyes now opened wide, future now bright to see, painful as the road ahead is gonna have to be for me.
I still will fight, I still will win, I am still gonna battle every moment and still gonna have victory.
These poems that I write are expressions, expressions of the truth.
Words written from the air, the words are a small burden of proof.
Josh Vanham april 10 2017
Form:
The EnGraved Heart
I fight to the death,
protecting you,
which protects me,
upon the engraved heart,
that runs waterfalls to you,
a covered blood sheet,
upholds among A shielded island,
on the upmost high,
for you are,
worth my every scare of battle,
onto its bitter end, I can not deny,
your intoxicating love,
drowns and upholds the key,
to the page against every closed enemy ,
that willingly opens to lead victory,
bringing it to its courageous tided wave,
end, beyond faith, in God knowingly, knowing,
your love never fails,to-come-to my rescue,
because I love you, far across the blooded oceans sea.z
In the secret chambers of my heart, where shadows whisper truths,
I've harbored a flame, a love that's grown, a devotion that seeks its muse,
You said we can only be friends, a gentle dagger to my soul,
Yet my love for you remains, unshaken, unwavering, an eternal, sacred vow.
I've prayed for you, on bended knee, in whispered sighs,
Begged the heavens to intervene, to guide you to my loving skies,
I've yearned for you, in every waking breath,
My heart, a flame that burns, a love that seeks its gentle death.
I'm jealous of the air that touches you, the ground you walk upon,
Afraid to lose you, to the world's cold, loveless throng,
I'm a man possessed, by a love that's pure, and true, and kind,
A love that's sought to claim you, to make you mine.
We fit, we match, our souls entwined,
Our personalities, a symphony, in perfect harmony designed,
You know me, out and through, my heart, my soul, my deepest fears,
Together, we'll create something big, something that transcends the years.
Supernatural love, heavenly matched hearts,
Our love will be the stuff of which legends are made, a work of art,
A masterpiece, a love that's strong, and true, and bold,
A love that will not rest, till we're entwined, forever to hold.
Oh, dearest, be mine, and I'll show you the depth of my love,
I'll cherish you, I'll honor you, I'll be your guiding star above,
I'll be your rock, your haven, your home,
I'll love you, with every breath, till my dying, mortal tone.
My love, it's not about wealth, or status, or fame,
It's about the love I have, the love that's pure, and real, and claims,
I may not have riches, but I have a heart that beats for you,
A love that's strong, and true, and forever, and anew.
Come to me, my love, please say yes,
Let me be your everything, your forever, your bliss,
I promise you, you'll never regret,
Loving me, loving you, our love, our fate, our sacred bet.
For I love you, with every fiber, with every breath,
My love, my heart, my soul, my life, my death,
I love you, and I'll love you till the end of time,
Forever and always, my love, my heart, my rhyme.