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Mind, spirit and soul
Truth be told, I gave you my all
Friends didn't have to know about us
This was for my heart and yours to know.
I loved.
Took my heart on a journey
With a car that had its tank empty
But I knew that we'll get to the garage surely
But I didn't know that's where we were going.
It seemed as though you have better plans
So I put mine on the side and listened to your will and cans
That had no maybes so I was willing to ride this baby... Though it was empty.
Love is blind and maybe stupid
No,Love is not blind and I am not blind I just find reality too victimising so I
hide my small heart behind the saying "Love is blind"
As for it being stupid? NO! But just maybe our relationship was stupid.
So I walked away
Till a flood of tears caught up with me on my way
And I started floating back to you
Till I realised you caused the floods then went back to sunnydays.
I can't swim so I'll sit here until I'm covered with mud
Perhaps I walked away too far
When I turned, the journey back to you was too long
Perhaps, I gave up on you too fast that when I turned our car needed much
more than gas
But maybe the journey had to end eventually...
But wait you have my property
So we must end this properly
So I'll swim to where you are
My heart; that is all I want.
Getting constipated by anger
Over-controlled by feelings
Swimming in your tears
Added salt to my fears!
I found you exactly where I left you
I apologised for my mistakes long enough for you to finish fixing the breaks
The car was crumbling like dry cooked cakes
You told me that you found a she to help you cause I really caused you pain
You told me "I should stop talking to you, it'll ease the pain"
I went crazy thinking; "Are you insane? Do you know how bad it was,
swimming through that salty lane?"
You carried on saying "I'm feeling much better..."
Heartbeat got slow
I started thinking "Oh no! Yolanda you a monster for causing the guy so much
pain!
Yolanda you are stupid for risking so much for no gain!
But no way! I got pride so I won't let you see my pain
So instead I said "Oh...wow...okay...cool"
Hearing my heart beat slow
And a rock of sadness on my throat
I said "I will help you get better"
I'm starting my own flood and I hope it takes you away
Don't swim back to me.
My heart is broken for our dear Texan dears
Happy campers
Then flash flood washed way
in earth's tears
Words escape me as I write my heart
That grieves with you whose hearts are torn apart
The yellow rose of each precious soul
A childhood dream was summer camp's goal
And oh, the glorious Fourth of July
Turned from delight to "Oh, Dear God, why?"
What words could I lend to each of you
I pray that God will see you through
In tears I reach across the miles
That somehow God would gift you smiles
Of those who now in heaven's wake
Above the heartache's of sorrow's quake
Gaze in glorious wonder and awe
At Christ Himself and angels they saw
Far beyond earth's pain and deception
The safe Haven of Heaven's purest joy
and elation
Father God, comfort dear Texas tonight
Give them heavenly visions
God, hold each soul tight
In Heavenly Father's sweet loving arms
Above sorrow and pain and earths
Flash flooding harms
Please hold them dear Father,
All those mourning here
Give them comforting visions
Holy Spirit, draw near
Far above sorrow of valley and glen
Our prayers reach to heaven
Again, and again
I pray Thee, send comfort
In Your Name Lord
Amen
If you’ve ever been through any type of crisis in your life; especially having to experience complete and utter heart break, it definitely hurts like no other.
The most terrible thing about that is how much one doesn’t realize it does until it happens to them. In all honesty, it has happened to me several times in my lifetime. To be completely honest, it happened most recently and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it. See, it never turns out when the heart thinks it’s ready to get it crushed over and over. I guess, one could say it’s a part of life.
Unfortunately, this happens all the time, not just to me either.
So, I believe that love is just some emotion that people tend to feel when they think it’s convenient.
It’s not really real.
What people put in movies and story books aren’t real their fantasy.
It’s funny how everything you ever believed in is complete utter bull.
I tell you, people believe in love like they believe in Santa clause.
So that being said, it is settled; love is nothing rather than some silly childhood fairy tale. People say that you find the “right one”, and “your soul mate” is out there. “Love” and “Destiny” is something sacred like marriage.
How can that be when most marriages end in divorce and in relationships there is domestic violence and women become pregnant out of wedlock? Lastly, no one wants to say this, but, complete grief and pain only come from love. So, I think I answer the question about whether to tell someone how you really feel about them. So, if you’re thinking about it, don’t do it. You don’t want to end up like me, a mess. You are only hurting yourself. Believe me, that’s what happens.
Reason why is, when rejection hits you square in the face and you feel your eyes well up and ready to burst into a flood of tears, you then want to hit yourself, because you know in that sudden moment, that what you thought was real or could’ve been is in ruins and there’s no way you can ever get over the heart ache of living with that truth that you kind of already knew within yourself was not reality or even ever possible to begin with.
So, trust me on this, don’t say a word if you’re feeling a certain way towards someone; because it will only end up in complete heart break.
What is this?
A dull, yet aching feeling
Returning—so familiar
Why has it returned this night?
Is it here to stay?
Or will it simply go away,
And return full force upon my mind and soul?
This is the reality of it all,
This feeling is there because you allowed it there
It has returned as an all-too familiar foe,
Because the fact is no one cares
And yes, it is here to stay
It will never go away
It will just sleep and reawaken
Am I nothing to you?
What kind of fool am I to believe you care?
I mustn’t mean a thing
My lines you petulantly ignore
Trusting another will acknowledge for more
I want no one but you,
Is that selfish?
Is that sad?
You mean little to me,
I do not know why you think such a thing,
You mean little to nothing in my life
I have shown you countless times through my silence
And I know the others will fulfill your needs
You don’t need me
You are selfish
And you are pathetic
Can you be anymore blatant?
I’d crush you with my heart if it wasn’t already broken
Have you not tasted the flood of tears?
Will you answer me at least,
Or shall you leave me in my fears?
Do you truly wish to ignore?
The one that respects you to the core?
The one that admires your every being?
The one that sees what others are not seeing?
You cannot judge me, for you know nothing of me
You can’t crush me—only brush against me
I make it a point to close my mouth when they come
I’ve answered you enough within your conscience
And now I leave you for good
I acknowledge, I read—but nothing shall you feed
I wish now to continue my life
Without need of your dissonant light
You know me not and yet you say
You care about me—you’re blind
I’m stuck in this fantasy…
Why do I hide these feelings with despair?
Can I live with myself?
Give me your opinion—or give me a fact
Will this horror never go away?
Will it leave today?
What if I grasp the last beacon of hope?
This is the reality of it all,
This feeling is there because you allowed it there
It has returned as an all-too familiar foe,
Because the fact is no one cares
And yes, it is here to stay
It will never go away
It will just sleep and reawaken
You assumed I was not who I portrayed myself to be
Though falsifying myself is not a trait that I possess
Of all the reasons to deny me from which you had to choose
This is the one that sits above the rest?
Respectfully, I disagree, upon an educated opinion
That you have simply chosen to not break tradition
Refusing to step into the realm of the unknown
Moving ahead of what your very past has shown
To be an ever-repeating sequence of events
Where time after time you are subdued by your fears
Left only to drown in your rising flood of tears
A common ground so prevelant it has become modern lore
To witness the effects of the pain that bore
Itself deep inside your mind
Now escaping through your eyes
Tears saying more than words ever could
Clearly being heard above your cries
That your wishes be heard, demanding respect
Not to be confused with your utter regret
For all you have refused to try
Based solely on your bloated pride
Masking what it is you truly desire to be
All that you've aspired to be
Here now with every trembling breath you take
A revelation occurs, making its presence felt
As you now know I was only there to help
It was you who falsified your intentions to fit your needs
Your life cracks and falls around you, as you're seen
Reaching out for my loving hand
Reaching for one last chance to stand today
Reaching for the very hand you shunned away
Extended, you grasp only the emptyness of the dark
Emptyness that has become as real to you
As the space you left within my heart
Falling, your life now fades as fast as ever
To live, you know your pride must be severed
Will you have the strength to deny yourself this hollow death,
And grant yourself the chance to take another breath?
The decision is yours, wrong or right
Suddenly, my image appears
Possibly your final sight?
My hand, now the one extended
Reaches out with a message to be embedded
"Here is your one and final chance to stand
I'm offering you my forever loving hand
To save you from this eternal fall
Proving my love for you will conquer all"
Accept, or Deny.
Live, or Die.
“I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.”
Chuck Palahniuk
Is there such a metaphor as an avalanche of time?
Each second can be cold, but never freezes,
but we all know a landslide once triggered,
can bury fragile foundations into oblivion.
Sometimes life is scripted into a pantomime of pretend.
Darkness crawls at dawn.
There's a sour stench in the air,
ascending from an aromatherapy of agony and ache.
She's crying again. Her demons smiling.
This is no melodrama,
as crimson discolours the whites of her eyes,
with dripping mascara staining sore dark circles -
as 3am fears are released through a flood of tears.
Her spirit is a malady of misery,
lusting for an end from this state of deadly delirium.
In each tear there is a sign,
an unveiled message lost in silent flows -
as anxiety's asphyxiation grows.
Time has become her nemesis.
Turning her intellect into foolish bitterness.
It's a dilemma creating false hopes,
resulting in broken dreams and forgotten promises.
Destiny keeps playing games with her spirit,
whilst fate falters like premature butterflies.
Only her heart knows the truth of her heart -
She hides behind a veil of personal poison.
In the molestation of her mind,
she kisses the silence in between each echo,
yet the sands of time bring her no respite.
People keep throwing stones,
bruising her every time,
she has no desire to live as a victim
of broken pieces from her past,
but wounds keep resurfacing.
Tired from drinking venomous embers of elixir,
which pierce like shards of sorrow,
penetrating an eternal hole in her soul,
she cries for healing and understanding.
But In a world full of dark skies and rain,
her sanity slowly fades,
like a paper bag of emotions,
floating in a muddy puddle within a concrete pot hole.
Intoxicated by kismet's chalice of impatience,
she has learned fate has no mercy,
it offers no remedy to soothe her sorrows,
nor heal her horrors.
her life is a metaphor known as an avalanche of time.
Beautiful Scars
At Nancy’s birthday party,
Before her friends came in,
She reminded her mom
Of the shape her hands were in.
“They’re so scarred and ugly
I don’t want my friends to see.
Cover your hands with gloves,
They’re as awful as can be.”
The girls were very happy,
It was such a joyful day.
Busy in the kitchen,
Mom’s gloves got in the way.
She smiled as she made the things
She knew her daughter wished,
Removed the gloves for a moment,
As she made a party dish.
She forgot about the gloves,
As she served the birthday cake.
But upon seeing Nancy’s face,
She realized her mistake.
Her friends saw the scars
And Nancy’s dreadful fears,
As she left the party
In a flood of tears.
She marched up to her room
Without saying a thing.
She didn’t know the heartache
Her mother’s hands could bring.
Mom rushed in behind her
While she sobbed there on the bed.
Her little body trembled,
And this is what she said—
“Oh Mommy, Mommy!
I am so ashamed!
My friends will never like me,
And you’re the one to blame!”
Tears came to her mother’s eyes,
As she breathed a heavy sigh.
She knew it was time to tell her,
So this was her reply—
“Nancy, when you were just a baby,
And times were very hard,
I suddenly smelled some smoke
While working in the yard.
“I turned to see the house
Was filling up with flames.
I ran real fast inside
And to your crib I came.
“I quickly grabbed a blanket,
The only thing I could do.
The fire was burning me,
But I kept it off of you.
“So, now you know what happened,
And how my hands got burned.
I didn’t want to tell you,
But some day you would learn.”
Nancy turned toward her mother,
With a look of sheer surprise,
Her heart was filled with sorrow,
As tears fell from her eyes.
She threw her arms around her,
And quickly kissed her neck.
She learned a life-long lesson
That she would not forget.
Mom told Nancy and her friends
About a Bible time,
Of other scarred hands—
Hands that were divine!
James Tate Nov 21, 2015
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage, then nisus,
The brittle and mirthless smile on his face were pathetic,
A nonaged;
Amputated and broken with a heart big but beats quiet,
Suddenly, he sighed deeply, from a kind of mental depletion.
His eyes were dilated with unfathomable sorrow, agony, pain and fears.
On his cheeks
Ran a flood of tears like the red sea.
His yelling and rumbles calls for freedom and a far-fetched peace of mind,
As his trembling heart fluttered with a vague terror.
Born and raised in a once happy home,
But the traitorous rebels seeking the droplet of their already sore souls,
Wouldn’t let them be.
His ribs were countered from afar,
Through the cruddy scatted T-shirt hung around his humiliated lanky frame.
When his hurrying thoughts and lips clamored for utterance,
It was an audible whisper.
He has forgotten the last time he ate a good food,
Maybe years ago.
Insurgency had dwarfed his ambitions in life,
A definition of a haunting and horrible sense of insecurity.
Daily, their stomachs fed on health and social peril,
Their nights were incensed to pass the drudgery of still time,
Death was a companion too close to loose,
They slept in the shadows of love,
And are awoken to ghost of damnation,
As their gloomy and hopeful souls sought reasoning from lips made silent.
In a moment, he was thirsty,
Buried in the dirty and putrid water of mixed cow dung,
There he drank,
Happily and without complaining,
With cows, the wretched mother feeds his other siblings,
Grass meal.
A bad situation the angels can even weep over,
In the Northern part of the Giant of Africa.
Thereafter, the poor widow walked up to me and asked,
“Why are we trying to live if we were just living to die?”
“Why are we hoping to receive when there are no relieve materials in sight?”
My thoughts collapsed into an ice, speechless,
That was when I noticed that in the Internally Displaced Persons Camp,
Life is totally a living hell.
Right from the start when he fallen for you
fall for you in the midst of your heart
like a rain that falls in a desert
not a rain in an ocean that
goes for a waste.
Your heart was empty but what
you wanted was the rain
the rain of love that gloom the
heart till the floods not of anger and
hatred occurs but floods of love, trust, honest and truthfull
He became the rain in an empty heart
the heart escalated to its normal pumping rate
the broken part could start healing
the scars and the unheal wounds
could evade slowly till it wasn't seen
the attraction roses of love became
the shining alloys in you face
You smile could be seen now light the hearts
changing the heat in the city to boiling point
you became his rocking star
the rhythm to your heart made him
dance all night till sleep was history to him
Your heart was his new home of which it was locked
from outside he could not take to his heels to walk
in the morning the lights could stack and all he
could see was the chains
he was again no longer a free man
He could no longer figure out his life without you
Slave is a name i could give to him now
not a slave to the brutal police in a nation
but a slave to the heart of someone special
in his life that's you
The only moment he thought was free
was when he saw the open doors of the flow
of liquid kind of blood
not a blood drive to the city you lights
he could follow the flow of your blood
but he was taken around the nations in
your body to deliver feed to your body
The doors he thought was open was valves
but could only allow him take a ride
and be back at night
Now the nation is against slavery
You had to let him go with pain
in your eyes also felt with water
that could sink your eyes
the cheeks could be flooded with flood of tears
when you realize he was your Uncle
Victory is at hand, we’ve made a glorious stand.
We’ve killed all those that betrayed us.
With their lives, those stalwart fools, they have had to pay us.
We relish the blood, their faces in the mud, what now can they say us.
I kill you or you kill me, that’s the way it is you see.
No room for quiet conversation, only weapons to persuade me.
I have no concious, no regrets, no guilt that follows me.
You killed my brother, then another, your death, it sets me free.
So now I go home to a place I’ve known but it is all in ruin.
Nothing is the same, all’s destroyed, it is surely your doing.
Why couldn’t we have talked man to man as human beings?
Not follow the path of murder, what is it that we’re seeing?
Don’t talk to me of history of ten thousand years.
Of who came first, was the first and deserved what was here.
All I know is death surrounds me, truly confounds me
Each day with its pain brings yet another flood of tears.
So my people have won this round, we’ve killed all those we seek.
My biggest fear, in another year, your breathren will not retreat.
We’ll face another battle, an endless war between us.
We cut each other’s throats, will that truly redeem us?
I kill you and you kill me, who wins in the end.
Neither of us can justify what we do, our lives that we defend.
When will we put our weapons down, and look around
Let the tears come down, put our hands out and say, “friend.”
Sounds like a dream to me, hasn’t happened since mankind
Graced this earth, evolved at first, then murder did he find.
Let’s raise our guns, kill all our sons, blot out the memory
Of life on earth, for what it’s worth is pain and misery.
Will this solve the endless battle that has no end it seems?
Will this somehow stop the killing of every human dream?
As they say, those that may, who’s job it is to selling.
Just stay tuned, the news at noon, it is truly compelling.