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Life is but a corridor, and death is the only door
whatever you take with you, is yours forever more
time is as a fleeting shadow, passing days are not perceived
when you realize your loss, it will be too late for you to grieve
A wise man foresees eventualities, and prepares himself in advance
while the fool pushes things off to tomorrow, and relies on chance
wisdom dictates that we should recognize, our years in this world are few
no man knows the day of his death, nor takes advantage, of his life to review
The soul, a piece of your eternity in a physical being, to you has been given
challenged by the tests in this world, for good or for bad, will your soul be driven
against your will were you created, and against your will are you forced to choose
alone you have the fortitude to win, or accept the consequences if you lose
Standing tall and full of faith, you decide to give it your best shot
you change your life for good giving up much, and never forgot
the truth is of great value to you, because you acted upon it when you knew
only what you have succeeded to overcome, in the end will belong to you
What lies on the other side, no living person can truly know,
but here's a little thought for you to ponder should you ever decide to prematurely go.
What if you kill yourself to rid yourself of all your depression and misery,
only to then take all those horrible feelings with you to "live" with for eternity.
Stay here and continue to fight those horrible demons.
If you fail, well you tried,
but never giving up may very well have earned you your much deserved place in heaven.
In any event, Life is the only true gift that we have all got
so I try to tolerate even life's most horrible, vile and depressing crap.
Lost in the shambles of a broken stream
Emotions failing and affections locked-in
Just in the nick of giving up
You swirled in and played the cop
It was all good at first feelings glowed
It got all bad as false feelings showed
Just like a switch married to the wall
You turned me on then turned me off
You made me believe, love can be selfless.
You made me believe, love can be selfish.
You made me believe, love can be real pure.
You made me believe, love can be so dark.
Once, your smile beams on me with luck
Once, your voice rendered my heart unlocked
Once, your giggles expel everywhere my sadness lurks
Once, there was light now darkness lurks
Though I be concerned with what you feel
What you really want is not even real
Once upon a time there was a you
Once upon a time, I'm glad I got to love you
Having lost my marbles,
I set out on a quest to find them;
And started my journey following the signs
To a place that they call Bedlam.
I stumbled upon some unpaired socks
Who, somehow in the laundry,
Their mates had been lost.
“Have you seen any marbles wandering about?”,
Above the crying sounds of socks, I tried to shout.
One lone sock of dark blue, with a hole in his heel,
said, “All the marbles round here, tend to roll down the hill.”
So I continued on down into the unconscious regions,
Past ideas and thoughts that were frozen or freez’n.
The deeper and deeper into the imagination I travelled,
All the things that I knew started to unwind and unravel.
“Halt! Who goes there?”, cried a three headed pig
“You must first give the password; it is ‘Jiggity-jig.’”
“But you just told me the password,” I said, amazed and confused.
“Well of course I did, Silly – it’s the word you must use.”
“But then everyone would know it and all would get in.”
“Well to keep anyone out would be such a sin.”
“Then why have a password?”, I asked quite logically,
“Because if you didn’t know the password, you couldn’t get past me!”
“But, of course,” I said, giving up the fight,
I wanted to regain those marbles before the end of the night.
So, with a “Jiggity-jig” and a “Have a good day”,
The three headed pig moved out of my way.
I did find some marbles, but they obviously weren’t mine,
These marbles were of one color and were terribly unkind.
“Have you seen any other marbles, wandering around here?
These would be of all different sizes and colors, even some that are clear.”
“Oh, those marbles!?”, the snobby pack said,
“We were hoping the human they belonged to was already dead.
If those marbles weren’t so different, perhaps they wouldn’t get lost;
We could become your marbles, at quite a reasonably low cost.”
“No thanks,” I said, “I’ve become fond of my own,
Perhaps they’ve returned, I think I’ll go on back home.”
So I started back on my return trip,
The stories of which, I think I will skip.
And when I woke up – with some unmatched socks in my bed,
I found all my marbles safely back in my head.
Amazing is your love
That unites the impossible
Impressive as it formulates
That makes you find yourself
Humanity has become a norm
The imperfections of a human being
This thing called love
I am talking about a sophisticated woman
A mother by right
A grandmother by choice
A protector by virtue
A friend by being selective
Loyalty was her specialty
To know her was a blessing,a friend of mine
May the Grace of God be with you
As your time has come
Do not dare secluded yourself from the world
As you have come so far
Trust in your abilities
Giving up is for fools and you are not a fool,that's what she will say.
Born into poverty , unholy society , sobriety the key to my life savings.
Daddy can't put the cider down ,Mama smoking that nicotine like her life depends on it.
She left with a man twice the age of granny never to be seen again and the result was a fat belly.
He quit school thinking he was cool, oh what a fool!
Stormy weather , the boat started shaking , sank six feet deep only to be revived by the divine love from above.
Took the right turn and it was my turn.
Built a legacy big enough , the next generation of my tribe will never starve that was hard work , dedication , understanding life and it's fluctuations and realized perfections is a pigment of humanity' s imagination. It is okay to cry for laughter awaits on the corner.
Macadamized by politics . Choked by sin tax and hated for standing out, well...l kept calm and meditated . Never giving up , now a warrior in the face of injustice.
Born into poverty , buried in silver and gold. Crawled into Asha , walked with tenacity in my adolescent pocket. Grown into diamonds ,the pressure , the realization of dreams and the utilization of time.
Raised by faith. lucifer you lost! Victory is ours.
Triumphant!
It starts when she is thirteen,
Small jagged lines across her fingers.
‘Scratched by a cat,’
Is the lie that she tells.
While the scars on her fingers
Turn to thin white lines on her arms.
A silent plea for the help
She’d never ask for.
They increase in consistency
Until people start to notice.
She’s told that it’s wrong.
Never once ‘Are you okay?’
Even when the answer is no.
She wasn’t making scars
For someone to draw stars around them
She didn’t want someone
Calling them constellations
Of the pain she goes through
Or blaming themselves,
Insinuating they’re a tally of
How many times she needed them
And they weren’t there.
She doesn’t want them seeing it
As a sign she never asks for help
Like that’s the easiest thing to do.
The scars on her wrist
Are just a silent plea.
Everyone says its wrong
But they never offer help.
When she stops drawing
Lines to mark every moment
That the pain was too much
Or every time she felt like giving up,
You think she’s okay.
You think that she’s ‘better’
Because the charted lines
Have finally stopped.
But that’s not how it works.
She was brave enough to stop
If only for others.
But that doesn’t erase
The pain that she goes through.
Sometimes she wants to draw again.
Other times she wonders
Who will miss her if she’s gone.
There's so much I want to tell you,
yet I can't seem to spit out the words,
you come and go like I walk away
and then you bury me in the dirt.
Reminiscing on those nights,
our sleepless talks-
those days you'd spontaneously visit just to see my smile,
those days where'd I'd go that extra mile-
I trusted
your word.
Now those days seem so far away
they're lost in a mirror image
of soundtracks, still images that remain locked in my memory.
That's all you ever were,
solely a memory.
And there's times where I miss your arms around me,
then there's times I despise your embrace,
because you gave up,
couldn't do it
and left me to move on.
Then once I did, you came running back
instead of sweeping me off my feet,
you knew I was already swept,
always will be,
always have
cause I'm never really over you
yet I never can reveal my secret.
What Lies Beneath
What lies beneath the grief, these stolen dreams , taken away in the night like a thief. What lies beneath the screams, many slippery slopes.
No longer having the strength to cope. Giving up all hope. Casting away another day, filled with tears that seemed to have lasted a thousand years .
Frustrated by the dos and don't s, the cans and can't s. Rants of unwarranted surrender, misplaced anger. As if, always talking to a stranger, in a room filled with plenty. Any could be or should be your salvation. Yet, left with a battlefield of retaliation, succumbing to an onslaught of annihilation. Retreat to a place ghosted in the past. Last but not least your released, from these emotions in the mirror. Is it any clearer to have had love than to not have it at all? Weaken by the fall of the wicked, misguided and unrestricted from the closure that is needed. Pleaded on broken knees, these thoughts of unease, tease the unrest of the soul. Know your role, within this control like structure of dismay. When there is nothing left to say and all things have gone astray.
D'Arrious
A devastating fire, an incendiary flame.
heartless heat dissolves the skin of the innocent.
Thick smoke enshrouds the burning performance.
She cannot help but to feed the beast.
To give in to the power of its haughty remarks.
She cannot flee the scene.
All exits aflame, she must take the blame.
She has not caused a scene, she has not raised her voice.
She doesn't know why, but she has no choice
But to knock herself down, put her heart in a box
The flames surround her, inching near
She has practiced for years to hide her fears
Turn mental anguish into just a bad day
Fire encroaches upon her, she tries to fight back
But mostly she listens
The crackling almost sounds like a monologue
Paragraphs begin to burn her skin
She inhales hatred and lies
Unable to breathe as she in engulfed
It burns her chest and comes upon a glass box
It is no match, stronger than her will to extinguish words with maturity
maybe she could have seen the fire coming
Developed a steel heart, but she was too late
She is weak, on the ground, close to giving up
She begins to believe that she started the fire
Maybe she held a match to friendship
Torturing the ones she loved the most
Maybe she cracked a window
Opening the gates of conversation
She was defeated, words beginning to bruise her body
Sticks and stones may break her bones, but words will always hurt her.
She can only see destruction, noticing that everyone has gotten to safety
She is left alone with only flames to calm her nerves.
Although her heart is burnt beyond repair
She still searches for a reason, what actually started the fire
It seems she will never have an answer