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Gonifs and gossips revisited
since originally being crafted
approximately half dozen
dirty deeds done dirt cheap years ago...
Abound and lurk
within every nook and cranny
analogous to some annoying pest
harmless though one reside here,
when off his meds goes berserk
here at Highland Manor Apartments.
They snatch and snitch packages -
meant for other than themselves -
think Grinch who stole Christmas
plus snoop, i.e. eavesdrop
big Dumbo ears as listening devices
(batteries not required)
or serve as rumor mongers
to don self importance
and trumpet "FAKE NEWS."
We (yours truly and his misses)
dwelled at aforementioned residence
July first 2025 will be eight years,
and no sooner did both of us set foot
on premises than hearsay
immediately promulgated
(metaphorically swirled about our heads),
and passed like greased lightning
thru the robust grapevine
purportedly wife of mine
brought in live snakes.
Oddly and interestingly enough though,
I never actually never heard nor saw
a fellow resident
talk (or whisper in hushed tones)
about me outright.
Rather than badmouth other feisty folks,
which leaves unpleasant virtual
aftertaste described as phooey zook,
thus comeuppance to reprobate recipients
I activate viz cluck
king silly reasonable rhyme,
(so keeps head up
for urbane adverse city slicker
you better watch out
(...better not shout...) just duck
and run for cover cuz poet took
effluvia enroute spouted by word huck
stir, he avoids naming
(chatterboxes whose lives
so devoid of meaning,
they figuratively kickstart tittle-tattle),
who vocally ramp up
some juicy tidbit with any luck
taking page from former president playbook
letting their lips uncontrollably run a-muck
totally oblivious to credibility factor being a schmuck
buzzfeed initial kernel of truth and truck
outrageous zingers suitable for National Enquirer,
tragicomical, cuz mistruths
courtesy tenants exhibit chutzpah to pluck
farfetched outright lies and innuendos
rolling of tongues of then occupants such as:
"Bible Thumper/Holy Roller,"
"Bingo/ Phat Cathy,""Crooked Old Man,"
"Curvy Girl/Thunder Thighs," "Frumpty Dumpty
"Mush/Smash Mouth, "Snaggletooth,"
"The Bodyguard," "The Fossil," "The Schvartze,"
"Winkle," and last but not leased "Zha Zha”.
Give me fruit flies, mice
and/or roaches any day,
or give me death!
Rubrikain!
My chest tightens as I find myself without an umbrella. The wind in my face is refreshing.
My hands are cold and I'm holding them on my chest as if I'm desperately trying to draw more air into them.
I feel the rain on my cheek, and I keep my head up, but it's only sprinkling. My backpack is gone; I was too distracted by my friend's thick voice to pay attention. With each downpour I walk more closely
with the trees and the rain keeps falling. There's an unearthly glow around me, much like the gash I made in the sky. The air is thick, and my body seems to move in slow motion. I keep getting closer to the storm.
As I approach the beach I realize I don't have an umbrella, which is okay since I don't have any friends.
I see the rows of umbrellas attached to random people who are in such a hurry to get where they're going that they don't realize that a hurricane has hit. As I stand next to them I realize how utterly alone I am in my life. I am nothing without you. I feel helpless, like I am in this storm alone. I stand next to you until you finally notice me and look over at me. The rain is falling harder, and I see the ground is beginning to swell. You ask me what I'm doing, but before I can answer you step back and turn your back to me.
After a few seconds, you turn to me again, but this time your face is tear-stained. You open your arms for a hug, and I walk into them. The world around us, while still extremely wet, stops moving. I'm in your arms as the water floods through our t-shirts and seeps into our skin. It's cold, but we stay in the puddle, arms wrapped around each other, until the storm ends. We break away from the hug and look at each other in the ocean of tears
that were once covering your face. You smile and lean in to kiss my my forehead. You smile and tell me I should have asked if I could come with you. Your embrace was everything I could ever hope for. There are no other words to describe it.
Oh Rubrikain!
I kiss your forehead. It's a goodbye kiss. You open your eyes and smile. You make a big gulping noise, and throw yourself into the ocean. The water covers me and I begin to sink with you into the abyss. I hope that you'll find your way back to me. Follow You open your arms for a hug, and I walk into them.
The world around us, while still extremely wet, I knew .
:: 03.05.2022 ::\
1. This ole world is cavalcading escalading, towing down;
Falling down into the premises of unusualness;
Solid confines to the missions hell bent;
Loss in its shame, borrowing time;
Everyone everywhere is swallowing sin;
While the naysayers keep welcoming them in..
Chorus:
Spinning, and turning and whirling of things;
Tell me God what does it bring;
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
Up above my head;
2. Image now, how would it be, could you be free;
Left alone drinking miscalculated teas;
Raisin cane and eat manna breeze from the trees;
What does it mean is it a dream?
And all these things again, mention above;
Where is t he love?, what? where is the love?
Chorus:
Spinning, and turning and whirling of things;
Tell me God what does it bring?
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
Up above my head;
3. Missing mountains and trail condescending;
No one is gathering everyone meandering;
What must I do to love and embrace you;
Shovel in my hand standing in the sand;
Feeling the heartbreak of mankind demeanor;
Leaving hatred in a container of oven cleaner;
Chorus:
Spinning, and turning and whirling of things;
Tell me God what does it bring?
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
Up above my head;
And all these things again, mention above;
Up, up above my head, up above my head;
I'd rather be living than dying dead;
Heaven is where I want to lay my head;
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
4. I'd rather be living than dying dead;
Heaven is where I want to lay my head;
Mysteries and non compliances and misguided judgements;
All but a dream, every hates no love in their hearts see what I mean;
I have a motion that we won't judge them;
Chorus:
Spinning, and turning and whirling of things;
Tell me God what does it bring?
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
Up above my head;
And all these things again, mention above;
Up, up above my head, up above my head;
I'd rather be living than dying dead;
Heaven is where I want to lay my head;
All these things I've mentions above;
Up, up above my head;
Written word by James Edward Lee 1974
Arranged music by James Edward Lee & The Corinthian
From demo album "The World May End Tomorrow" 1970,1974,2017 (c)
Within our minds we strive to achieve
We are taught to go for the gold
So we focus and we practice
We even cut people from our lives as a sacrifice
Then we justify those sacrifices by convincing ourselves it’s ok
we continue on trying to accumulating glory and wealth
but every step we take and every breath we breathe
the dream we inspire to become seems to always fall between our knees
the years go by and we get a little older each time
You begin to realize that certain things you cant do anymore
So you bare down and sacrifice a little more
You cut the cords with friends and you stop talking to those that seem to love you
And without blinking an eye you convince yourself it will be different the next time
But the fame doesn’t show and the gratitude doesn’t flow
Then you lift your head up for moment only to realize no one is there
The girl you once knew left you because you didn’t show her how much you cared
So back to the grind you turn off your heart so you can try just one more time
So you write another story knock on another door
but the phone calls and letters you hope for never come
then for a moment you think about the one that once loved you
and you remember how that used to feel before the chase for gold had an appeal
so you do a google search to find her name thinking maybe life’s the same
but then you discover she took on another name
and suddenly your heart flicks on and you begin to feel all the pain
there she is with children and a husband
and you suddenly find yourself falling to the ground clenching your chest
you feel the pounding of your heart and the dizziness of your mind
glancing up at a calendar you then realize you let twenty years slip by
and suddenly a numbness that you feel deep inside as your body slowly goes cold
Then a faint memory slips through and you remember her saying how she loves you
But you were so caught up in yourself and you never gave her a sign
And you begin to realize that lost treasure that you’ve been seeking all your life
That gold, that silver, that trophy, that medal, that acknowledgement and idolization
Came in the shape of a heart, a heart of love, compassion, adoration,
When a simple I love you too would have brought you the riches you so desired
Instead you now have a lost treasure and the agony of emptiness deep inside.
LIFE'S END
So they think you are old and shouldn't live alone,
maybe you're too frail to be left on your own
Can't manage your own money or live in your own home,
apprehensive you give up and take up the tossed bone
So many years spent taking care of them,
it's your turn they'll tell you and move you right in
Deep inside you hope to turn back the time,
your life's work was them sure it will be just fine
Your full of anticipation life is going to be easier now
Soon feeling like a relic lifted up and knocked down
You have so many stories memories of days passed,
feel like every story told could soon be your last
They have no time to listen they heard it all before,
tell you they'll talk later as they rush through the door
Feeling like a burden wondering what to do,
no one seems to care about the trials you've been through
To them, you're just repeating things already heard,
but if they'd stop to listen your words are not absurd
Everyone keeps talking about the day you will die,
and who gets what & how your property will divide
Not wanting to wait they reach out with dirty hands,
to take what's in reach they can't wait for the end
You start to feel decrepit and feel your life's a sin,
its a bad situation that no one wins in the end
You find yourself weaker something isn't right,
don't talk to old friends feeling like a fright
Every day grows longer you can't wait for the night,
no one even gets it it's such a dismal plight
You sleep and sleep and sleep to escape reality,
your youth is long faded along with vitality
Closing your mind eye reaching for your partner's hand,
but alone in your bed, this was not the master plan
The dream realm is all you see through the haze,
you lift your eyes up & meet your lost love's gaze
But please don't go too soon to that alternate reality,
there are those that still need to hear the words you speak
Stop dwelling on real or perceived infirmities
or without warning, it will drain your remaining vitality
When you think of death or of the dying that they speak,
hold your head up high and breathe life into the scene
Change your attitude don't die it's not a dream
the younger generation you still need to lead
Hold onto your life and sow a precious seed,
life is worth living don't lose it in a dream
Oh it's timeout time my friend
Will you ever seek to be free
These chains will not break
For they hold one from below
That will not let one go
No matter the lies and deception
The Prince of this world no longer has a key
For the first thing we need to see
Is that you are a goat first
Stubborn mindless creatures
Running in all directions
Get down off that rock
With your head up high
Appearing as if your a shrine
In drunkenness of the worlds wine
Seeking guidance from the rising sun
Turning your back to the temple
It's been a verdict
The true light has come
But yet so many love the darkness
Lost following others in confusion
In hope another goat can explain
Why they are placed on the left side
Left outside the gate blaming others for hate
I took notice myself , I was a stubborn
Foolish , drunkard on world wine lies,
But I had to open the book of Life
Then God revealed my blindness
To what's going on around us
Being held captive in bondage
Christ has the key to release the lock
To shed off that old lifestyle
To have direction and clarity
To become a part of His flock
To become a new creation of the sheep
Which trust their Shepherd's guidance
And hears His voice from among
All the other false ones trying to mislead
Says nope I think I will just listen to this one
I can tell He knows for His words bring life
They have placed peace, joy and love within.
Seek Jesus in these times, one does
Not need others seeking glory from man
To teach one how to live for God
We have so many religions that come
From the same God separated into division
In the works of man to receive praise from man
To become in unity
We first have to see
One God, One Shepherd, One flock
Call upon Christ to resurrect His spirit
Within you to seek the mystery
Of the true knowledge and wisdom
In His word that gives life and clarity
Love y'all I only write for love for one another,
Don't take any of this as judgemental, for I was as bad as any
In not living for God, it's not within us until we seek and He
Places the spirit within to purify and mold one.
I am going to put a song in comments from a great friend that was
Suicidal, then the day He was planning his death, Christ said
Will you give me a chance and he received new breath, he had to
want to die before he could live
Dear Mom:
Some days are better than others. Most days I try to keep my head up and stay focused on
the things that make me the happiest. But often, that just isnt enough. I have realized
that on days I do not need you, those are the easiest for me. But the days I need you the
most, eat at me from the inside out. Im an 18 yr old girl. I feel forced to grow up too
fast, too soon. But there is not much I can do about that. I try so hard to just let you
go, but I cant. No matter the pain you put me through, no matter how deep the hurt is, I
cannot do it. Because you are my mother. Because I am not strong enough to let go of
someone I love so much. Its so weird to me because you have given me so many reasons to
just walk away, but I can't. Your actions get to me more than I let on. Im broken inside
because I know you will never come back to me. I miss you so much, mom. But I dont know
what you have become. I look at the more fortunate, and I envy what they have. I want my
mom back more than anything. And nobody understands what I am forced to face everyday. But
Im so sick of pretending to be happy when inside Im just a mess. Im so lost. I dont even
know how to begin looking in the right direction anymore. I feel helpless, towards even
myself. I didnt choose for my life to be this way. I had no other options.
Pieces
Push me harder.
Push me farther.
Why don't you just dig your hole a little deeper.
I miss the days that we were happy.
Confused on what to do,
knowing that i can not keep hating you.
But what is a girl to do.
I can not change the past,
I can only look to the future.
Try so hard to keep up my guard,
still some days i just cry so hard.
These tears are flowing steady like a river.
My bottom lip is a constant, annoying quiver.
Keep my heart beating,
please do not let me fall.
My heart is aching.
I even heard it breaking.
Please piece it back together,
it is in a million little pieces,
and I just cannot do this forever.
I am ready to be done.
I will do whatever it takes,
just take this pain away.
Please tell me that you will stay.
Be your true self today.
It has been so long since I have seen you this way.
I just need to know that you are still there.
It will relieve just a little despair.
Please, just let me know you care.
Form:
My mind has been spinning, since toxin contamination
I have been caught in a web of deception and corruption
Searching the landscape, for words to describe this nightmare
The toxins sickened my healthy dog and I like an evil plague
I lost my home where I had been for 10 years, with no help
Evidence didn't matter, speaking didn't matter...
The tester got threatened not to expose my state,
for being included in the Ohio Train Derailment disaster
I turn to writing to survive, as I have my whole life
as I am still very busy due to the toxic disruption
The loss, the trauma, the pain and all I experience
The memories of wildlife fleeing with eerie silence
The acid rain that turned rocks, leaves and plants black
The flourescent orange slime on my tree in the back yard
The trees that died immediately, with no leaves in summer
It was bareness that felt like another planet
I keep working to move forward and pick up the pieces of a broken life
One day at a time, I take action and proceed to succeed
I do more and more, sometimes overworking, just to stay focused
So that, I don't crumble apart, all the while feeling so fragile
I will make it because I am a survivor in this challenging life
My prayers are with everyone in the biggest chemical disaster in our country!
Justice is gone, empathy is gone in this, we are on our own
I have a new life now, determined to create safety, comfort and peace
I still admire the beauty left in this creation granted to us
All this will affect me for the rest of my life....
With memories of my dog Bella , coughing and suffering who died this month
It will haunt me from scenes and evidence that I have gathered
But, sometimes we are put in situations to bring about new, better things
This is why, no matter what the weather or circumstance, we must keep going
I am grateful for what I still have and think about all the veterans, Memorial Day
Those who sacrificed for our country so we can have freedom!
Many things in life take sacrifice, even when it is very hard to do!
Love for our country and our fellow Americans will be the only thing,
that will restore freedom and justice now as it dissolves in the fog
Seek the light, keep your head up, be brave and you can be part of it!
Heidi Sands
5/26/24
Blessings!
From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread.
Every one word building lifetimes;
bonded mud of bricks to house
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each others heart,
we will hold each others head up high.
Better or worse for the word or two that has made,
will forever make, and always is,
the difference.
Speak this word or that, watch the matter of it all unfold,
past lives shaped and shaping now
in crucibles of all our conversations.
Words to bridge and touch this world,
like knives or axes falling,
slicing moments each peeled back,
revealing bullets spent and sailing
on to wounded tearful souls.
Comfort words,
words of love,
different shapes and sizes wrapped
in different voices heard.
Inflections, accents, whispered,
loudly shaped intense of spirit,
colored by emotion to enforce.
Chosen words of purpose:
dispatched, planned,
let fly in haste,
erecting endless layers to our waste.
Tools of our intention common to our time,
reserved and planned, chosen with meticulous care,
whose definitions matter more than when or where.
Piercing silent dreams,
floating on the breath of every God,
making mysteries of all we seem to be.
Mirrors made of silence once,
we soon are made of words that move us
through a doorway, joining into life.
Today, a workshop for the poet. Write about a cup.
Standing empty, purpose unfulfilled.
Imagination startled as I smash the cup inside my head.
A million shards of broken pottery lying on the floor.
Broken poems and promises lying on the floor.
Shards thrown out of context as are we.
Broken souls from out a shattered God.
Each shard, a refugee. You and me.
Metaphors attached to all the brokenness we own.
Cups of purpose seeking our fulfillment.
Joined to make a whole of all we hold;
become a cup our truth will then unfold.
What began as empty, filled with our life’s portion,
sharing, sipping, spilling all along the way.
Losing contents we may label dear
until the final tipping of a cup left upside down.
What words escape our pens that are not truth.
Whose content change the soul from which we bleed
Whether subject cup or love, or other siphoned dalliance,
at our finish will complete a lifetime’s cupping need.
Legend Of The Black Dove
(Part 9) "The Voyage To Where ?"
The weather is cold and the sea calm as the 'Columbia' goes out to sea.
Norrington and Jenkins finally fall asleep in their cabin while on deck
the captain fears something wrong with the ship, the weather picks up
to a squall as the 'Columbia' gains tremendous speed and a strange
mist engulfs the ship. She is travelling an amazing 2000knots and
then suddenly slows down. They are in a harbour once again, but
where are they ? It is now daylight, it having being night just an hour
before going to sea. The jolt from sudden stopping awaken Norrington
and Jenkins and they head up on deck. From the captain, Norrington
finds out the ship has travelled to some unchartered land, he
orders for a boat to be lowered intending to go ashore on a
scouting mission and asks for volunteers, Norrington and Jenkins go
along with Captain Dennis Owens and his first officer Glenn Hill plus
two crewmen. As they approach Dover harbour (is Dover here an
unchartered land?) the passengers and crew behold a very unusual
sight: instead of sailing ships they notice ships of strange types moored
in the harbour, along with the 'Enterprise'- the sister ship of the
'Columbia' which must be brand new, but appears to be worn out and
ready for scrapping. What are these strange ships, what had happened
to their own ship ? The Captain decides he needed some answers
(The Captain wishes to find out) so they all decide to board one of the
strange vessels. When on board they go below deck and find a propulsion
system of strange design on the cellar deck. they are all amazed at what
they see. The captain discovers the bridge of the huge ship full of weird
levers and instrumentation. Owens notices a placard on the ship's wheel
mount on the 'Albatross' built at Newcastle in 1929, as well as a calendar
dated 1930,and it all starts to make sense: the weird mist had transported
them through a time portal from 1750 to the year 1930.....
Is the crew of the 'Columbia' marooned forever in this particular time period ?
Is there any way back to their own time?
Make the discovery (Find out) in Part 10...."The Unknown World"
Posted the first day of each month.
Written 30th July 2013