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Just to breathe again
be granted one more sin
Just to breathe again,
borrow the sorrow of suffering men!
Just to breathe again!
Violence flows in my lyrics,
But you get touched everytime you hear it!
Speak on the heaviest topics
and nolonger you fear it,
to live and die again,
where does the afterlife begin
Leave my philosophy.
Knowledge accelerates into new velocity.
Parental advisory, explicit content.
New situations invent.
The place to be,
look for heaven you see!
Running with a vengence,
write a complex sentence
Drop a jewel, show lyrical fuel,
creative activities, look at all the posibilities.
Add ten cents to my pocket and i give,
Sad hints, howlong do you expect to live?
Form:
I'd have to say
I'm calm and easygoing,
I can be fun to be with
in a quiet kind of way.
My mind's creative
and always working,
always thinking of things
to brighten someone's day.
I like to be pampered but
will never ask for favours,
I'm still on the surface
while longings deeply stir.
I'm not high maintenance,
you might even feel that I'm ok
with being taken for granted ~
I'm tolerant but not a doormat.
I don't get angry but I'm often
disappointed,
I don't ask for much
and that's usually
exactly what I get.
Sometimes I wish I was different
but through the years
I've worked out kinks and
this seems what works best.
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UNITED
Conflict within my own mind,
Not knowing where to stand.
Deciding to take the time
To research and understand.
One must, when one aligns,
With one team or the other,
Walk a mile in their shoes,
To feel how they must suffer.
Every choice made by me
Filters through my faith.
Not what man says is True,
being fallible, we make mistakes.
God has granted us freewill
With every road we walk...
To the right or to the left,
A choice is what we want.
Our forefathers fought and died
On bloody battlefields...
To earn the right to decide
To pursue happiness and freewill.
Both ideals I look up to,
The standard I fall back on
The laws of God and laws of man
Will not lead me wrong.
Everyone of us has the right
To decide what truth really is.
If we think to limit this,
To my truth alone,
We steal the right for which we fight
To have our choice condoned.
For everything we take from them,
We are stealing from ourselves...
The right to choose is a gift
For us and them as well.
Who are we to say they can't,
When God says that they can?
He is the only one who knows
the heart, and the thoughts of man.
And when it comes to differences,
Race, gender, class, and more,
When Jesus died to save our lives
Those differences are now ignored!
For we become one in Christ
If we love Him and take his hand…
So divided we will surely fall
But united, now, we stand.
Emerging from dappled shadows dim
Panther skulk speaks compassion's incessance
Gentlest ally protects all Creator's kin
Hunter's bulk subdued by sweet breath essence
Hot wafting exhale compels creatures
Fragrance soothes universal firm friendships
Mottle spot camouflage flank features
Manuscript of many talents shared intensive
Granted allegiance nurtures frightened
Hundred eyed hide has stealth of God on Earth
In Panther's presence, fears quietened
Caterwaul roar at tomb mouth reclaims His turf
5th October 2020
Written for Contest : Panther, Legendary Creature
Sponsor : Julia Ward
It was an EVEning to remAMBER for Jane,
WEN DA men gathered in the GLEN,
OL I VER there were Taylor's friends uNOAHn
So, she was STEPH AN' FREDDYn' alone
Then HER MAN, Taylor, called out
In an almost drunKEN stupor of doubt,
"WIL MA' DARLENE come here please?"
She was AL FRED but he PERSISts.
She went half-hearTEDly JUST IN time
To see him NEIL there in the grime,
"WILLIE MARY me, Jane?" he asked her,
even as the loud CAROLINE got BETTY.
She couldn't even MARSHALL her thoughts,
But simply NODDY 'yes' through the tears she fought,
"Oh! KENN ETH be?" Taylor said in a whispered hush,
Then cried out to the ESTHERs, "SHANN ON and IGNATI US".
His wish was GRANTed that memorABEL night,
Jane was ulTIMOTHY his after his long 'single' plight.
All his friends were FELICITY Taylor and Jane,
This memory would throughout their OLIVEs remain.
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ALL NAMES ARE IN CAPITAL LETTERS;
The meanings of names used with POETIC LICENSE are given below:
Wenda - when the; Oliver - all who were; unoahn- unknown; Stephan' - stiff and; Freddyn' - fretting; Wilma' - will my; Darlene- darling; Alfred - all afraid; Neil- kneel; Willie- will you; Mary- marry; Caroline- carolling; Betty- better; Marshall- used as verb; Noddy- nodded; Kenneth- can it; Esther- stars; Shannon- shine on; Ignatius- ignite us; ulTimothy- ultimately; Felicity- felicitating; Olive- lives.
Silver moonlight dappled the forbidden fruit of Eden’s boughs
even as songbirds roosted alongside the serpent’s beguiling tongue.
His whispers echoed angelic refrains, lulling the forgetful.
Agency is power; granted only to gods, and choice is choice above all.
One juicy bite, deliciously self-empowering, changed everything.
The potency of a moment is found in the consequence of an impulse.
The power of time’s march is realized in throes of loss remembered.
Yet a clap of thunder bears tardy warning to one struck by a bolt,
and at my core, I am overwhelmed with the power granted me,
to alter, in small ways, the woven fabric of tomorrow’s reality.
So take my hand, and let us march together over that horizon.
May you, in hard times, support, encourage and remind me in my weakness
that our strength in darkness is found not in heaven, nor in ourselves,
but in remembrance of yesterday’s sunshine, and last night’s lullabies
which carried us peacefully through the unseen horrors of night.
From the mountain’s summit, as we gaze tomorrow by hopeful starlight,
watching the sky fall around us, swallowing up the remnants of today,
I beg pardon for my trembling soul, withering under the burden
to shake off the comfortable, and to forge anew the coming dawn
by force of will and careful expression of thoughtful introspection.
For it is potential, not reality, upon which heaven smiles eternally;
viewing through the lens of perfect-love our imperfections.
Even an hour before the devil fell, God thought him beautiful in Heaven,
yet in a moment, by agency, endowed in grace by God to his children,
a prince became a whispering serpent flecked with moonlight.
Might it be, that to fall from grace,
we need simply forget the weight of agency's burden?
Might it be, that to rise from a fall,
we need simply remember, and choose for ourselves a new reality?
Might it be, that God thinks the devil beautiful still?
2/20/16
Inspired by, but not written for, the contest, "Expand Arthur Miller's Thought," hosted by Julia Ward.
Looking back down upon the world from magnificent twilight skies
Makes me wonder if more could have come forth from my life
What is taken for granted is what impacts most on already burdened souls
I’ll beg, I’ll plea, I’ll get down on my knees, to be gifted to return
A second chance is often too late to change what has been done
Fixing the past is an impossible feat when the present is already in ruin
Time feels so infinite when you’re living through it in bliss
But the whole world can topple in just a matter of moments
Dreams may always stay dreams if you stop moving forward
Becoming stagnant is the enemy of progress, the crippler of motivation
Compliance cannot be accepted, it must be pushed through by force
So that even the constellations above may be attained in time
What can be done when it is too late to tell your story?
When you can change nothing anymore, but must rely on legacy present
How there would be such an urge to scream, to cry out
As a ghost, forever tortured to see a past life incomplete
When all the memories of yourself have been forgotten
Is when death in this world is truly claimed final
For so long as you live in the hearts of those who remain
You are still alive in the world that never stops turning
Death may come at any time, without us having any foresight
The scariest thoughts that haunt our minds, brought forth to light
That we could be erased without a second chance to be gifted
And existence would cease, the timeline a string to be cut
Nothing we can fathom is forever, but blips in time
The never-ending clock that marches forward with or without
So we strive for meaning and legacy to be carried on
Before turning into stardust and returning to the void
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
For many years I spun I thought in never ending spin
From that marvel the nebula your Solar System begins
For those who are not very sure a supernova could have set the reaction
A core attracted me in then collapsing in a fatal attraction
The speed of which this happens picture a skaters arms by their side
Rotational forces so massive spinning in ever glide
This causes the cloud to flatten as me the dust is being drawn in
Around a dense core it travels a star is pulled in to begin
The more mass that is accumulated towards the center of the disc
Enough energy is now created nuclear reactions react so brisk
In basic simple terms Hydrogen atoms in Helium fuse
Releasing enormous amounts of energy your Solar System sings the blues
The outcome of one of these bursts was the forming of your sun
Granted, it took another ten million years but what you know now has now begun
The next step in the journey of this incredible science feat
Is the formation of the planets that you humans will eventually seek
Eventually us dusts we stuck together to form the many of many rocks
This process is known as accretion created by the science clock
Forming in the flat plane over millions and billions of years
Electrostatic forces allured creating your Solar System spheres
I'm just a little particle created so long ago
I swirled with many of me to help your Solar System grow
.
The sun illumes a land in precarious peace,
There was a time when heroes walked with ease,
But now, complacency reigns shamelessly,
And the distracted people take weal for granted.
The decaying dynasty finally crumbles and tumbles,
The peaks and gorges are once again scorched,
By the scourge of purges and the roar of warlords,
Stately cities are reduced to ashes as they clash.
For the fortunes of men forever wax and wane,
Burning ambition paves the way to perdition,
With their towering arrogance, they brandish lances,
They charge with fury, seeking eternal glory!
The hooves of their bolting steeds tread rudely,
Upon the hopes and dreams of common rubes,
Lauding themselves as the rising ascendancy,
They conquer and scheme without empathy.
Amidst such strife, men and women cry and sigh,
They brood as they are driven into servitude,
Streaming away from the ruins of their hearth,
They weep over fading memories of bygone mirth.
As for me, I am well aware of the follies of men,
I sought not pomp, power or to lord over and reign,
Thus, God rewarded me with an oasis in the chaos,
A quiet utopia of everblooming peach blossoms.
Of clear skies, lush gardens and teal colored lakes,
Day and night, I gait gently to the tune of a flute,
And compose poems while gazing at silky moonglow,
Everyday, I delight in this wondrous Eden of my own!
The faith and virtues I so steadfastly accrued,
Have freed me from the bane of men’s feuds,
For I now dwell in the secret place of the Most High,
And abide in the shadow of the Almighty!
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8/27/2016
I look at the future and worry
as shops shut down
because of the internet
as people lose jobs
because of advancing technology
as companies struggle
with the future loss of income
as countries struggle with lost tax
where will it end
will Governments that don't have money
stop paying benefits
will people without jobs fight to survive
Will the rich, use the weapons of the future
on gangs that steal to survive
will a world that's staving
become a battleground of people
Companies that think only of themselves
keep replacing people with technology
yet with every person that loses a job
that's one less taxpayer to support the country
That's one less consumer
that can afford products
that's one more mouth
dependant on your handout
Granted with advancing technology
you are creating more jobs
but what of the people that can't learn
what of the child, that's disabled
what of the adult
that's intellectually challenged
born to this planet we all have a right to life
our world needs a plan for all people
we need Governments,
that are not, just for the rich
that are not, just for the poor
that think of solutions for everyone
Governments that can think above the chaos
to make plans and solutions for everyone
they say Governments can't run companies
yet perhaps we should try and try again
working people pay tax
working people, keep your country healthy
working people have the money
to buy your companies products