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When living gets too much
Unsure if the mind is out of touch
Neuro brain cells out of whack
Thoughts wanting to turn black
Racing thoughts are confused
Everything I try is being refused
Knowing I have no control
Ready to realise my heart and soul
Not knowing what’s up and what’s down
Not caring if I live or drown
The fight has been between out
Only my loved ones put me doubt
Always surviving a daily fight
Dragging every last drop of energy till night
Hoping that god will take me quickly
Instead of making me more sickly
If it was easy to make the final push
Hard to find the energy to get off the tush
Sapped of life from every direction
Maybe the next will be the last infection
So weak in the physical being
Mind arguing with body disagreeing
Part of me wants to make it through
But life has battered me and turned me blue
Those people make me feel crazy
Making me think my mind is more hazy
They lie and steal any last remaining trust
Like they want me to cry and self combust
Begging for help and peace within
There is more to me than just bone and skin
I have ability’s and skills
That rely on working pills
My mind is completely divided
Dark thoughts making memories misguided
Splitting the easy decisions from the tough
Making my body exhausted and rough
It would be easy to take the easy path
Not having to worry or face the wrath
Putting an end to the life given
Then ask god to be forgiven
I want and need the struggle to be over
Instead of breaking inside my enclosure
I don’t think I’m strong enough to proceed
This maybe the final push to concede
Today I will continue fighting
Tomorrow may give me the last ass wiping
Mind and body knows the struggle is coming to an end
When one part of the mind can no longer defend
Silence is deafening
Like a dungeon dark hallway.
Door after close door of bounding
Moans and groans, and painful
Yelling gasping for air.
I sit in this cold
Dark cell shivering with my
Blacken thoughts.
Am I the only sane one?
Am I the only healthy one?
They come in and out
At all hours to poke and prob.
I, a human, a pin cushion
Ready for use.
Trying someplace else to delve
Madden hunger for More pain.
In isolation with no touch for comfort.
They in hazmat suits
Because they cannot breathe my breath
Or touch my tainted skin.
Claustrophobic in these four walls
Lord, please save me
From this darkness and pain;
Meet my exhausted lids to rest.
All I see are the haunting eyes
Of the ghost that had passed
Veiled in fear white sheets of snow.
12/15/2020
Happy Days
Each is given breath, above soil, toil and glory;
mouths expel a tirade,behind a masquerade.
Each born pure in heart, soon shattered;
broken jagged pieces maybe scattered.
Each feels the beats hidden deep inside;
It struggles to love, but rages! against tears cried.
Each supplied with both organs, and need;
at the exhausted moment, emitting seed.
Each with eyes, unable to detect lies;
a tongue its whip sting, able to chastise.
Each is not supplied in rubies and gold;
a fool realises, in late life now is to olde.
Each foot step trudge, to the hole in soil;
hazily remembers the glory, not the toil.
Happy days indeed !
~ By your Side ~
Keep me close by your side when the north winds howl
I'll snuggle tight in your lap through the night hours' chill
Those who call me a 'creature' will soon run afoul
Of a cry deep inside me relentlessly shrill
You're exhausted, you're drained, from work's mud and mire
Fall asleep now, my love, it's almost midnight --
Once fair morning will dawn, good cheer will retire
Yon wild witches on broomsticks, who shriek out affright...
In the day we will play, you and I by your side
Safe and sound in sun's rays, we'll stroll o'er the land
Roam the fields, feel the breeze, see the ocean, her tides
Have a picnic for two on a blanket of sand
Yes, I'm your kitten, your baby, who loves you so much
~ Ever thrills to your delicate fingers' fond touch
Sometimes I feel as if I'm going to crack yet somehow I find the strength within myself to bounce back.
I look at her stressed with tears in her eyes my soul wants to jump out of my chest and hug her from inside stitch up her spirits destressing her mind.
I see what she sees it definitely rips me apart inside but I need to remain strong to be her strength be at her side and hold on to her tight.
Mentally drained, Physically exhausted, Muscles are tense, My fist are pounding. Crimson tears are flowing but I gather my thoughts, my strengths and my emotions to keep myself grounded. ™©
By: Shawn Muñoz
T'was late one night
I will admit
That I happened on an E-mail
And, thought nothing, as I opened it
Perusing every detail
It was sent from that noble site
Where I entrust my writings
And hope and pray 'ear everyday
They will incur some sightings
That's when I noticed
To my surprise
A list to honor some
Perhaps out of a hundred, I thought
It could be that I'm one
I started at the Top
But knew I wouldn't find it there
By half way down
I searched around
And found it no where near
Then continued
Scrolling till
I exhausted the whole dam roster
And wondered if this occurred
Because I use Ad Blocker.
She has humiliating lives have been exhausted in repenting
countless of her contribution is of no value , even sacrificing
humiliation hurting her heart as like as knife again and again
she is deadly silent even bloody tears come out in pain.
Despite that silence, they kept hitting in an inhuman way
they are shameless and brutal, women are sinking today.
They physically asulting her awfully; to set their reign
to keep her down they stabs her with spike net again and again.
They are in the guise of devils in the corners of society like vultures
they conspire day and night, even in their dreams, tis their cultures.
Her body has become afflicted with that poisonous paw
the flames of the paw spreading out away like the arrow.
Her tender heart has broken and she is alone
there is no other way but to war anger to shown
so, she is mourn. (to be continued)
Dishearten me if that is your will
I have seen countless others dance in your shadows
Abandoned, alone within your grasp
Bested through your touch
Exhausted they fell
Too tired to two-step to the beat of their own hearts
Empathetic eyes closing before me for one last time
Silence replacing their laughter
I remember all too well
Have you come for me now?
Alas! I will not dance and fall to your touch!
Twirl around with the thoughts in my mind
Entertain yourself with my childhood pain
You etched those memories there
Obnoxious thief that you are
Unhand me, I don't care to dance
Acrostically I Stand Tall poetry contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.
Said the Witch
to the Cannibal Giant,
It's nice that you have good intentions
of diet reform.
Now exhausted,
and polluted,
by your competitions against Earth
and all Her win/win life-serving Tribes,
now you are noticing
how the other half lives
for cooperatively-held co-ownership
with Earth's healthy wealth
residing in harmonic bicameral balance.
It's nice that you see your reformed egocentric head-hunting,
monetizing,
counting,
hoarding win/lose shallow victory ways
as ultimately tipping toward ecological conclusions
of theological humanity Loss
co-gravitating divine Earth universally Losing climate health wealth.
It's nice that you would retire from Cannibal Giant
narcissist
to cooperatively invest in proudly patriotic residence
deeply learning co-investment
in sacred/secular bilateral Earth,
An inhabitated right-brain integral universe
composed of DNA-inspired EarthTribes
scribes
gardeners and farmers
composters and recyclers and repurposers
poets and cooperative team philosophers
so in love with Earth's spatial Here
and temporal Now,
Left and Right
Ego and EcoHabitat
YangStrength and YinFlow
Out and In
Nature and Spirit
co-invested Space and Time
secular Precession and sacred Recession,
Either/Or ecological competitions
to robustly serve Both/And theological co-operations
metric and nutritional
healthy and wealthy
truth and beauty,
But, such Earth patriotism
is fake without win/win actions,
commitments,
cooperative co-investment
with and for,
in and on,
through and absorbed within Earth's iconic
regenerate
transubstantiating
creolizing
health-wealthing DNA
and RNA fractal dynamics
of Gaian scripture
voicing co-acclimating wealth
toward win/win Paradise,
Prophetic home of reformed Cannibal Giants
becoming Integral EarthMessiahs
for healthy wealth In/ExForm/Flow
co-investing inclusively in Green Sanctuary images
bilaterally enriching communal memories
reborn of East/West
ecofeminist
matriarchal
Witches.
Under the heavy aegis of passing time,
Centuries have become a burden weighing upon the moment,
We are more severed from purity than all the ages,
Corpses of empires, our own decay surrounds us.
History extinguishes under our exhausted breath,
The rasp of nations' deaths becomes a background melody,
The curtain of the universe is torn, moth-eaten,
Through its cracks, we see only masks and sluggish phantoms.
Is there love beyond what you can grasp?
Is there goodness beyond your limits?
Is there a reality broader than all you know?
Is there understanding that far surpasses you?
It would be wise to believe so.
For yes, chaos extends beyond the horizons,
But this chaos is a foundation only for those who do not venture,
On the invisible steps of the eternal mystery,
In the teachings of the past lies deep evidence.
The eternal clock pendulates in a heavy silence,
Each stroke, an open gravestone in the night,
Ghosts of old empires, caught in a macabre dance,
In the spectrum of our ruins murmur to one another.
In the mantle of the evening, we wear living masks of twilight,
Trying to cover the decay of our souls,
But through the holes in the curtain, absolute truths penetrate,
Specters arrayed divinely, like banners of being.
Our saga is written in the ash of a bygone universe,
In endless universes, we explore deeply hidden secrets,
In the fissures of reality, whispered answers trickle,
In unknown questions, a network of dreams intertwined.
In the eternal vastness, a sense reveals its wings,
Perfectly interwoven chaos, in its form of wonder,
But at its core, a hope shines with living light,
Beyond all we know, eternal purity is born.
Beyond our limited echoes,
Lies an absolute love, a cosmic goodness,
An unbounded reality and supreme understanding,
Awaiting us, beyond the springs of knowledge.
Thus, in the midst of shadows and hollow suffering,
Hope weaves its thread of eternal silver,
For in the mysterious depths of infinity,
Chaos emerges, but so does the fundamental order of being.