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"MYRIAD OF POETIC DISTINCTION"
By Tom Edward Douglas Johnson
(Please note lack of punctuation is intentional…)
swimming in the ocean always invites a certain potion but not one that you drink just more one that makes you think feel and act or is it react to a feeing that it brings around like the sound that was found in the sea where he and she whispered softly "i am awake, so take what i give and give what i take…"
impress my touch with love and such a beauty that's almost beyond words that cannot be spoken but more awoken inside a mind so true with words just for you of all colours not just blue which originally made you feel depressed but now it's touch impressed…
i had a realisation that an abbreviation of my experience would also limit my desire like throwing water on the fire and unlike a bird on a wire i won't tire for i feel it is time to show every sign like displaying a straight line…it is then we'll all feel fine at the end of this rhyme…
it is time to design the sublime rhyme which will surpass anyone still on their **** and living in the past and perhaps invite them to be fast in deciding slowly but surely rich in sense not poorly…for i do not care so much about money i just want the bees and honey returned to the deserving whilst my team is definitely reserving the truth that needed preserving all these years that have erased all the fears and even the tears…so do come in if you too desire to win the race that will deny the chase and know my mansion will provide enough space to count every face…
i try to be useful every day for if i give in to the only way that appears then another way clears and chases away all my fears so i see what is in front of me and was all this time but i now see each sign as a way to keep what i have and what there is to gain for i will never be the same and in a world seemingly insane i know my aim is to reframe a negative experience that i had to turn it into one that makes me glad…
To Be Continued...
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the hieist height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in time's of sadness
You make every day shine so bright
But you always belie din happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
But you always had such an awareness
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in time's of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I dont know where I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
This was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
note did tweek a little switching words verses round but still same
just thought in better context,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Through those times of madness
When I've no more energy to fight
When I've that feeling of emptiness
You bring me up to the highest height
When ever I'm drowning in loneliness
And every day is just black and white
When ever I'm in times of sadness
The day dreary, your my guiding light
But you did always believe in happiness
Every one feeing happy, feeling all right
Was that perhaps your thoughtfulness
A visionary who always had great insight
Then you did have such an awareness i
The memory of you here day and night
Like when ever I'm in times of darkness
And I can't see, you are my guiding light
I don't know wThis was also inspierd by an old song we we sang at school
here I was going with this write the words guiding light
Took from a poem I wrote called someone back in 2004
Trying to keep pattern as did with others such as WONDERER ,KALIDOSCOPE,SORROW,ECT
this poem guiding light is a tribute to a friend I lost tragicly back in september 1993
someone like no other she was GUIDING LIGHT iM REFERING TO HER SPIRIT THAT LVES ON
AND GETS ME THROUGH THE DAY ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,written by myself DAVID SCOTT JUNE JULY 2012
We are at times so comfortable with saying the wrong things.
Looking into your partner eyes, directly telling lies of I Love You.
Smooth, believable, without the passion that lovers should have.
Nothing to back up the facts of actually LOVE.
We are not living in a dream world where no one can get hurt from the very words of I Love You; it’s so easy to say I hate you in a relationship, it matters the most. Truth behind the meaning. Seeing could be worst than feeing.
Living 2 different worlds
Hurtful words exchanged; blame falls on each other.
Years after, what changed, when Love was the world, the foundation for relationships?
You loved me yesterday, today you hate the sight of me, you hate my voice, you hate my soft touches and can’t stand to be in the same room with me.
The compassion to fight for love doesn't have a pulse.
Flat lines just like the most beautiful song, sung wrong
What have I become to you?
Where’s the Love that was so strong?
What’s wrong?
Arguments turn brutal; heated Hate took control, can’t be the proof of love that we once had and proud of.
We are expected to move on when we can so easily take love form each other.
Love is questioned, what if we Love the Hate Relationships, only to obtain and fulfil our own needs? A selfish type of Love.
No matter what problems come your way.
Your God is with you, to turn them into hurrays!
Even if your best friends, slap you right in the face.
I promise you that is the best gift and far from a disgrace!
God never did create any junk!
So stop feeing low, you are more than a low-life punk.
Comments are by no means, defintions of you.
Your relationship with God, is most honorable and true.
Fifty-five years ago, today I made a life changing decision.
Had I not, my life might have ended, in a tragic transition .
So, when things for you might be going quite wild and rough.
Do not let arrogant, stuff-shirted people give you guff!
In these fifty-five years, I have lived an exciting life.
Mostly, learning it was alright to be imperfect or not always right.
If you are one who never wrote a book.
Know your poetry, gave more to life, than it took!
Popularity, being top dog, is not where it is at.
Really, what you gave, counts on life’s rose mat.
I know my secific contributions to humanity!
And all of you, helped me stick to them, with veacity.
What a stupendous Valentine’s Day this is!
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2/14/2025
Another attack and some more pain,
I’m so sore and I’m so gone,
Everything hurts including my mind.
Screaming for help
But no one can hear me,
I wish it would all end,
I wish I could live a life like others,
Free to be outside and to live my life not scared.
I’m sick of the dark, I’m sick of wanting to be dead,
I just want to live and to be left alone,
My little one and the one I love
Free and left alone.
It all started with one person many years ago,
They don’t know the effect they had,
By making you feel so low.
Feeing so unworthy,
Feeling rejected and broken,
Living with so much pain it hurts to go on.
Let me live and be free like others,
I want to smell the fresh air and be free,
I want to escape when I’m sad without being hurt.
The whole world is ruled by sex,
You will be cheated on because of sex.
You will be rejected because of sex.
You will be lied too because of sex.
You will be made to feel like you don’t matter because of sex.
It’s true the better gender always wins.
The man wins.
All is started with was a relationship,
That went on too long and now every person,
Reminds you of them,
Sex will always come first to others and so will every man.
She sits quietly by her window each and everyday
She watches the big, yellow bus pass her house and she begins to pray
She carries on throughout the day feeing joy and feeling pain,
She longs to gaze upon a caring face and share a smile maybe an embrace
She dears to dream of the things she wants to pursue
But in her countless failed attempts and fiery malevolence she wonders what to do
If only she could show them, if only they could hear
Jane would break her bubble of fear and show them she's here
Although, sadly for little Jane; she's too delicate for this harsh and bitter earth.
They'd outcast her and taunt her of the things she isn't worth
Because to the eyes of the ordinary Jane would be a freak
They'd rip her soul to shreds and throw her to the curb before she'd even speak
For in the eyes of people like you and I, Jane is our angel from the sky
She's a reminder with golden wings that perches in our hearts until the day we die
She'll be known for her eternal skin battle and enclosed life that she suffered through, but
wished to rule
But this is the true and wicked reason why little Jane can't go to school.
By: Anais Pouladi
Faith is like the light of the moon at night
Yesterday was filled with sunshine
Its warmth upon my shoulders
Its caress upon my rosy cheeks,
Evoking in its memory a tender smile.
Yesteryear’s innocence of a child
The closeness of a familiar shelter
Content upon my face, of peace
That even night allowed no fright.
As I stepped out to the open skies
Facing an unfamiliar world
The chill of the wind prompted me to seek
Refuge within my trembling frame and hide.
Looks furtive, voices gone quiet
Streaks of clouds silently entered
The sun, hidden, at times still peeked
Slowly falling, wishing sleep, tired.
Expecting total darkness, felt fright
Feeing lost, not sure where to turn
Sudden tears upon pale cheeks
Raising eyes in plea, just to see the moonlight.
Thankful for its protection, easing smile
Upon my face in renewed faith, a shelter
Brilliant light to help the path to keep
Until I can come to greet again the sunrise.
By CarolineCécile
Nov. 11, 2008.
Hethgut had to keep the beast away from snow mountain
For the women and children were up there, huddled in fear.
Other men were coming down the hill behind him,
But he was the lead beast slayer, so he stood out front.
He expected to die today, but it would be an honorable death.
They would sing his praises, and his great grandchildren would revere him.
He was more than ready. He was eager, feeing the other world in his grasp.
The monster had claws like an eagle, and eyes of red; blinking lights.
He had never seen such a beast. Smoke came out of its head.
He wondered what weapon would kill this beast.
If he could not kill it, could he at least maim it
Harm it enough that it would limp away, leaving the helpless alone?
Hethgut got out his sword and began slashing.
The beast did not below, scream or shout.
It stopped and looked at him, giving him the chills.
He took a run at it. Feeling his heart leap. A great day to die!
writing you these words
to love you
in the form of prose
as I’ve loved you by my fingertips
and in the beating
mechanism of my soul,
the being and un-being of it all
so let me touch you still,
memories new and far
and soon to be,
the day and night we called
over and over
through the fear and pain I discovered
I didn’t have to be strong
all the time and I just
needed you
my only real fear now
is being kept from you
when you need me, my only want
is your arms to sink into
do you know,
can you feel
the joy I feel when you
lie down and pull me in? it’s
a feeing like i’ve had it all
and so nothing can really be taken,
like loving you when we’re old
would be easy - for us,
and i could die smiling
right here in those moments,
over there in those words
when you call me your angel
in the form of a whisper