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UNSPOKEN WORDS
As my thoughtful words
left unspoken,
Reveal the words
that were kept unopened,
Thinking,
I would start saying.
But my wild thoughts had
started forsaken.
Can't say it relently aloud,
Perhaps my spirit was weakened.
With my selfhood,
I'm soft-spoken.
Now,
I regret not saying.
Sorry,
I was mistaken.
For I was confused and
HEARTBROKEN!
Written by: Rosey RMV
07 OCTOBER 2017
I came upon a man today
Not socially distant in any way,
But sad and staring off into the sky,
I looked straight into his tearing eye.
What is it, I asked, that has colored you blue?
Is there any one that I may get for you?
Either by phone, or text or even by Lyft?
That may keep your heart from sailing adrift?
He shook his head no, while wiping his face,
And said My life was one big disgrace.
I've blown all my money on women
And cars
Not to mention the stacks I left at the bars.
But that's not what makes me unreasonably sad,
It's what I never did, what I thought that I had. .
I thought all the while that I was alone,
And could count on no one, my ego was blown.
But the truth was so simple, that I missed the boat,
And now my emotions are stuck in my throat.
I wish I had seen the spirit of life
It would have saved me years of strife.
Wasted hours of godless pursuits
Tasting all of the darkest fruits,
To see, in the end, my last hour is here
And all I've to show is sadness and fear.
The decisions I made were part of choice,
To never let anyone drown out my voice.
God was for losers with half of a brain,
Or blind hypocrites that just jumped on the train.
But it wasn't religion that was calling my name,
Just a faint whisper of the key to the game,
You're free to go your own selfish way,
Or choose to rise above all the fray.
When you draw your last breath,
There will still be some time
That you can respond to love,
In an affirmative cry.
I am sorry I wasted the hours and days,
You gave me to use to spread joy and praise.
But the silence looked through me
And saw I was lying,
And just grasping for anything
To avoid my dying.
So as you listen to me now,
Know I have lost my only call
To be with the Love that created us all.
I walk these empty beaches now
For eternity and a day,
While others stop and listen to what I have to say.
My fate is set in stone and hope, forever gone,
As my soul drifts from man to man,
Never to be done.
For hell is not flames nor fire, nor blood,
Nor gnashing of teeth or drowning in mud.
Hell is eternity of knowing that I
Chose my needs over God's, so each day I die.
Leaving everything behind is
a sorry walk-away from tears...
refusing to come to grips and make up;
yesterday we drank from the same cup,
sharing the thrills of the days beyond...
making us leap in a free world!
A sorry walk-away never heals a wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
In that piano bar, a table will be empty,
friends will wonder what has happened to us;
they saw us glowing in the candlelight
and knew we were madly in love with the night,
a night we chose to share many delights...
didn't our kisses draw us closer to fantasy?
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that hearts gives up on love...what would it gain?
It's too selfish to leave all behind
as if we never breathed and existed;
should I burn every picture that told a story?
I can destroy any of them, even if I wanted!
The trail you leave in your goodbye is the misery
of all the rainy days to come, I will look for sunshine
through the streets of memory and happy sound!
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
One look of pity can and will change your feelings of anger
towards me, forgiving who wounded you with many hurtful words;
memories forever remain, no strongest wind can ever scatter
their ashes thrown into the roaring sea! We must discover other shores!
It's selfish to leave all behind, making believe nothing ever happened;
I'll prove myself to you: it's my last chance to make you proud!
A sorry walk-away never heals the wound of pain;
if that heart gives up on love...what would it gain?
Entered in Silent One contest,
" Walking Away "
Written on 12/ 15/ 2015
An empty heart cries out through a long night
the only sound heard is the tears that fall
where pain rises to a terrible height
and no one answers the lonely heart's call
black is quieter when inhaled alone
and the blank space of confusion intrudes
when a heart's pain, struggles with the unknown
tortured shadowed realms turn to darker moods
How long will eyes stare into a black void?
How tight will eyelids close, to find lost gleams?
when the soul is barren and found devoid
and pain-filled thresholds turn nightmarish dreams
How long is time that will never relent?
How deep is the pain when the heart is spent?
The days are dark, and things are scary now.
I need someone to tell me it's okay, but you're not around.
These feelings are strange, and they're freaking me out.
If this is a trick, now's a good time to come out.
Don't tell me this is real.
Don't say that it's so.
You said you'd never leave me;
I don't want you to go.
Tell me a story-the one where you stay.
Can you tell it and make it last all day?
Repeat it again and again and again, please-just please—
I don't want it to end.
Can you check under my bed for monsters once more, and nurture my "owie" when I fall on the floor?
Lecture and yell as loud as you can— today I'd listen;
I'll be your biggest fan.
Dad, come out wherever you are.
I can't see you,
but I know you're not far.
I need a hug and a laugh to share.
Please come out— this game isn't fair.
I'm looking and searching, high and low.
I don't want to believe it;
I won't let you go.
Dad, come out-
can we play another game?
A life without you can never be the same.
There's a void in my chest, in my head, and in life.
Tell me you're playing—end all this strife.
Dad, come back.
I don't want you gone.
Just stay a bit longer, until the end of the song.
I'll play it again, again and again,
until my ears start to bleed or time starts to bend.
And there it comes crashing down all the way to midfield bearing an anchor and a crown and an inscription buried in the ground that reads epitaph of a derailed dream. Thousands pack the soccer stadium waiting anxiously for the match to begin; at the brawling sound whistle of the boys began sing. They spread out on the field, running after their own shadows, but the shadows were too swift so they end up landing on the beggar’s man head. Several missed opportunity scrambled by and the roar and shouts began to mount in the sky.
The birds are flying over head carrying a heavy burden upon their head and the mystical sound from the woodpecker pecking wood from a distance chimes in. And then the thunder rolled bringing back memory to my soul. I could visualize the days when I used to go by the sea shore and walk on white sand that saturate deep in the land; and the birds would come scampering around looking for fish that have washed up on the shore. The sound of the motorboats cutting through water in an urgency to avert a disaster. Just as I was about to relax on the shore the lightning flashed illuminating the sky and burning the energy out of the tree and melting their courage as they stand by.
A rush of energy passed through my body and something in the stadium blasted through the air, the pipe broke with a force parachuting spectators from the stand, knocking them out of their seats and spreading them on the ground of the soccer field. The cry for help resonated all around but the military could not be found destiny hangs high on a thread carrying them off to mesmerize with the dead.
The crowd rushed towards the entrance triggering a mass stampede some people got crushed in their head, and hundreds of them end up dead. The water kept flowing and my spirit kept moaning and water engulf the soccer field and form a sea in seconds. Big boats rolling in and more than a hundred helicopters circle the sky looking for a place to land to aid in the rescue.
You dont have time for conversation,
You dont have time to explain a situation,
I have to ask you how it was, or how did it go, because you never tell me you just expect me to know,
You dont come in and say hi, there just went another day pass by.
Everyday we get further from each other, maybe not realising there goes another. Days we will never get back, fooling ourselves not seeing the crack, separating what was one into 2 and eventually there will be ME and there will be you.
All we needed was to talk, to communicate and work with each other, but to hard it was, to take the time, so now this is yours and that is mine.
For you to go left and me to go right trying to avoid each other as not to fight.
You ask why and i finally tell, just to get it thrown back in my face as a well!
Its always my fault , you hate on me, i see it in your face or your voice filled with negativity.
You avoid me as much as you can, making me feel worse about the situation, make me feel really small like something under your feet to i finally crawl back and retreat. Every word forgotten, every look disappeared until next time garanteed to appear, you like me again for a minute untill you dont need me again only to do things like start the dishes. I have become empty and wonder what this is about my mind playing tricks on me filling me with doubt.
Doubt about who i am, or where ive been, these places i once seen, the great people ive met and the things ive done, to now be here stuck in this confused, self destructive rutt.
[REVISED 2024 April 04]
Shinar, some know as Mesopotamia, others as Assyria,
near the Euphrates River, a midday sun cast doubts of
a weakened shade made idle by the pause of its agile
host, named Nimrod, son of Cush, grandson of Ham,
and Noah's great-grandson. No sign of depletion, hence
the shade returns to motion.
Nimrod is the soul ruler of the land of Shinar, host to
several ancient cities, one was called, Babel. Scripturally,
Nimrod was said to be a great hunter, and that would be
the length of it. Jewish and Christian texts are not able
to agree whereupon Nimrod's entry into the historical
record books other than what has been escribed in the
scriptures of the Talmud and the Bible, albeit, elements of
foreign records have cluttered historical accountabilities
and further strengthened pre-existing ambiguities, thusly,
a genre of conjectures misleads, and misinterpretations,
have made authenticity and accuracy to remain divided.
There are numerous variances, such as those accounts
between Jewish and Islamic customs or beliefs from
generation to generation, concerning Nimrod's and of
Abraham's first encounter, from that of a subliminal
meeting of minds, to the simplicity of a gnat that had
overwhelmed the mighty forces of Nimrod's army by
entry into his brain's that affected his abilities.
The accounts of Josephus concerning King Amraphel
whom Abraham did battle in Genesis, was Nimrod. The
Tower of Babel was built by the people whom King
Amraphel, being Nimrod, had ruled, and by that being
such, gave rise to Nimrod ordering the building of the
Tower in Babel. The Christian Bible does naught mention
that other than he, Nimrod, was a great hunter. I
believe it would have stabilize Josephus' claims.
Butterfly
Butterfly sweet,
lovely wings of gossamer gold.
Stretch your tips to the stars,
as that is the reality of freedom.
Glide for hours above the clouds,
created by the soft fog of morning,
to find your balance and place,
in the world.
Do what you need to do,
to be all that you need to be.
I miss the way you spoke,
the way you whispered secrets to my heart.
You made me young again,
when others made me old before my time.
I wish you would come home.
Where are you "rainbow-colors" on air?
Where is it that you go in the day,
and where do you end up in the night?
Come home, daughter.
Come home,
Selah.
Come home.
the park is abandoned
my heart is abandoned
our fresh start is abandoned
i take an honest picture of myself
i never treated you the best
i never treated myself the best
everyday i failed the test
i admit that i do not deserve her
she found herself a man and left this uneducated boy behind
i am proud of her and i congratulate her for she is in a better place
i made her life hell by being to into myself and not supporting her at all
i made her life hell by my denial of my narcissism and my lack of attentiveness to her
when i see her so full of happiness and so full of love, i feel nothing but proud and nothing but happy for her
i also feel personal growth because and am learning to learn and evolving to evolve
one day i will get it right
one day i will win the fight
one day my rehabilitated heart will correctly take flight
until then, happy valentines day to my broken heart
this one would have been our tenth year together
i guess i will celebrate with the air of the memories
for like mister in that purple movie, that is all i have to lean on now