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Breathe
When the night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and it takes you to the caves where anything turns gold
you don't ask any questions and you don't dare breathe
you just follow her, like a light weight tumbled weed
Down the passages of dark, down the staircase of rune
every step a little deeper than the crevices of moon
you can almost taste the air, on your tonguing clepe
you can down the stars of heaven in one single leap
Taking you by the waist it shall dance you through
the elixir of happiness when your feeling down n' blue
you just thank the Lord for the magic of this gift
all you need is skin n' eyes to cross her lowly rift
When night claims you like a wayward leaf of old
and takes you to her caves, all etched with gold
don't ask her any questions just go ahead breathe
no, don't ask her anything at all, just breathe,
yes breathe... written by Mystic Rose
And with each bated breath you breathe
You find, you'll begin to slip away with ease
While silently the cavern walls now hems you in
Whether it be Heaven's lust or righteous sin
Your eyes now open wide, collecting light
Find no greater solace, in this barren night
As you lose all self, of who you were
With every fiber, becomes one with her
Thoroughly drunk on this harmonious gift
With each sensation you span the lowly rift
And as sure as the moon controls the tide
Your very heart and soul, exposed can't hide
Down, down, down with the darkness growing
Where the sacred of all cups, is over flowing
The journey's long and it is without reprieve
Now's not time to think it over, just breathe
written by Me
5/8/17
To each their own
We reap what we sow
Actually by the land or sea
During cold and heat
Truth and wisdom is what I seek
I'm not a cheat
Or attempting deceit
I truly speak
From the heart, hoping to help or teach
On this very date
I can not relate
To what books on religions state
It's like a leech
Sheesh
Towards me do not push your religious beliefs
I do not believe there is a place in space or down beneath
If such things existed, then why have they always been out of reach?
And why must it incessantly be preached
That the only way to find out is by being deceased?
If only such nonsense would just cease
What a joke, I can still find peace
And relief
Even after having little to eat and no sleep
I just can't follow all the sheep
Go ahead and call me a freak
I look at others that claim god makes their life complete
Probably in the same way there looking at me, whether obvious or discrete
You're going off of leaps
And the theory is not concrete
It's got too many holes and leaks
I'd burn it all above mesquite
Then bury it deep
So that it never again sees the light of day, and hopefully becomes obsolete
Could there be a better time for turning over a new leaf?
By: Dalton Ogletree
Dreams are productions
Of utmost longing, greatest hope,
Performed by friends we wish we had
Where imagination makes us cope.
Waking pulls the curtains
House lights on, seats deserted
Eyes now focus but darkness begins
All meaningful energy long exerted.
Reality is the nightmare
That waits for us to surrender
Not to sleep, but to truth
That the beating hearts still render.
So go ahead and shoot me
Right between my eyes.
Bury me deep in suffering soil
Where soulless humanity lies.
Then the pain of unfulfilled dreams
And a world full of hatred and war
Will no longer haunt my slumbering life
Behind death's impenetrable door.
Snowflakes- fragile as they are.
Silently gather upon granite slopes.
In fantastic clusters of silver.
Burying the cancel cultist narc and the blinded woke...
Wonderful- wonderful avalanche-
Weak-minded cancel cultists feel threatened by everything.
Except themselves and their barber pole thoughts.
Screaming diversity. Never mentioning unity.
What a lonely slog through life it must be.
The squirrels once basked in vats of Elon's musk.
Now the slightest scent of a mind unchained.
Finds them gnashing yellow teeth, burning brains.
Now they're eating their own... for lunacy is unsustainable.
Enjoy the show-enjoy the show.
Now a clueless squirrel had the nerve to toss the nuts of God in my face.
When it had gleaned Jesus out of everything.
So go ahead-hypocritical asp.
Spit your venom...
My mongoose soul just laughs!
Looking for the man who killed my sister
Wait till I get ahold of you mister
I'll rip him apart, Like hit by a twister
Don't even remember the last time I kissed her
I cannot wait for the day
He finds himself in my way
His skin I might filet
That's right I just may
No not here to play
Revenge will be the plan
Definitely torturing that man
Keeping him alive as long as I can
Mercy! Not even a fan
Begging, I hear you
But no good will it do
"When will it be through"
Here's you a clue
Red blood turns blue
Oh! It's the other way around
Shh! Don't make a sound
Or your mouth will be bound
Soon under your mound
Never to be found
Go ahead and scream
Last time it would seem
My smile it will gleam
Form:
One of a kind
Friend of mine
I don’t mind
If you’re doing fine
One of a kind
Friend of mine
Here’s a lullaby
And I’ll give it a try
One of a kind
I will dine
Been left behind
But, I’ll be align
With His Holy Spirit
Taunted by fears
Shed so many tears
Borrowing it for next years...
There are so many cheers
To look forward to...
Sick with dem luv flu
Suckle away my tension
Take away my apprehension
Taunted by fears
I hold you dear
I wish you were here
I’m a cuddle bug
You can use me as a rug
But don’t sweep dust under me...
Free me possibly...it’s a possibility
One of a kind
Friend of mine
I’ve been so blind
It’s a sign...
Maybe God loves me so much
He longs for my numb touch
We are God’s children
Where have you been?
Where have you been?
Once again,
I don’t know and I don’t care
Just bear these scars of mine tonight
Taunted by fears, fears, fears
Releasing these river tears
Here’s a lullaby for you and I
Together, we will live and die
I’m at peace with myself
I’m beloved and I’m not on your left shelf
I am beautiful inside and out
I am handsome without a doubt
I am stronger than you all realize
I am precious as heavens in God’s eyes
I am confident and will always be
I don’t care if I grow older by the minute, baby
I’ll always have a crush on you
You don’t know this because I’m too...timid and shy...
Introverted and I can’t deny
I can’t lie
I have feelings for you that brew on
I have passions for you till dusk to dawn
If only I could’ve told you long ago
Maybe you’ll love me - let’s see how it goes
I don’t know I have been hurt before
I don’t know if you deserve my core
I don’t know if you need me or want me
I don’t know why I’m fearless, yet fearful
Excited for what lies ahead...
Shedding away the dread
Go ahead, instead...
I need to eat His bread
His bread of true life
A life with no strife
Taunted by fears,
But not anymore
You’re the one that I adore
What am I truly looking for?
You...you...you...
Who knew...knew...
I’m a daydreamer at heart
I am a piece of wondrous art
I am not torn apart...apart...
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I need a massive shot of adrenaline
In order to restart my poetry He - Art
So petty , pretty please
Go ahead stick it in me
Ink me give me your best shot
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
And pray God willing , any form of reaction
Dredge my Pen of this pesky Invisible Ink
Bring my Pen to life again
Hit me with your Epi-Pen
I am in desperate need of a shot of adrenaline
As i have an Epigram to write
And anything is preferable to my Pens
current anaphylactic comatose state
Buddy can you spare a Epi-Pen
For Maureen McGreavy
Hit me with your Epi- Pen
Epigram Poetry Contest
29 November 2019
You can’t intimidate me,
For I am stronger than you see.
With steel resolve and steady hand,
I’ll face your threats and take my stand.
You think your words can make me quiver,
But I won’t bow to your deliver.
I’ll rise above your petty schemes,
And show you what true courage means.
Your bluster may be loud and brash,
But it won’t shake me from my path.
I’ll hold my ground like mountain stone,
And face you down with heart alone.
So go ahead and do your worst,
I’ll face the fire and quench the thirst.
For I am brave and unafraid,
And your intimidation won’t dissuade.
In the end, I’ll still be me,
Strong, resolute, and ever free.
And you, my foe, will know the truth,
That you can’t intimidate this youth.
Years passed by and she stills waiting.
Hoping for a love that never appeared.
Her hair was gray and her face covered with
wrinkles. There's no one trace of youthfulness.
Sitting in a chair looking at the horizon.
Still wishing for a love that life don't gave to her.
One summer morning, she woke up and looked in a mirror.
She realized that she wasted her precious life waiting for
something that was not in her hands.
Go ahead for your goals. Don't stop your life waiting for things
that are not in your hands. Live your life every day consciously,
without regrets or hard feelings.
You will discover that love begins with you.
You threaten me…
like intimidation is a skill you mastered.
Even in Purple Month,
when women are supposed to be celebrated,
protected,
uplifted—
you still choose violence
like it’s a personality trait.
To you, our pain is just a concept.
A poster.
A speech someone else must give.
Never you.
You open fake Facebook accounts in my name—
wearing my identity
like a stolen jacket.
Posting pictures of me
like you bought me,
like you own me,
like my face is something you’re entitled to.
You spread lies about me
because truth has never loved you back.
You scam people in my name
because your own name
is too empty
to stand on its own.
You threaten to kill me
for leaving.
You promise to send gangsters my way
because freedom—for me—
feels like disrespect to you.
But every morning
I whisper to myself:
“It can be done.”
And every night
I thank myself
because I’m doing it.
Without you.
And that—
that’s what burns you the most, isn’t it?
That my life gets better
and better
daily,
even without you.
Still I grow.
Still I rise.
Still I get thicker,
stronger,
happier—
without you.
Our “love” died the day I said hubby
and you replied,
cold as metal,
“I’m not your hubby. I didn’t marry you.”
That’s the day I knew—
I was pouring love into a grave
and calling it a future.
So go ahead.
Threaten.
Lie.
Create a hundred stolen versions of me online.
Do whatever helps you pretend
you still matter in my story.
Because the real me?
The woman who walked away?
She is untouchable.
Unbreakable.
Reborn.
Engaged
Purple. Powerful.
Protected by her own strength.
And no gangster,
no fake account,
no whispered threat
will ever dim the light
I reclaimed.