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The sky is red, the sun is black, im riding a roller coaster, but my mind is off track. Theres lots of ups and downs, smiles and frowns, even kings placing crowns on the heads of clowns. But I really don’t care, life isn’t fair, but gods given me a life I can hardly bear, every day I ask him, why cant you share? My life is going, I just don’t know where, because a life like mine is kind of rare. What do I do, while theres love in the air? Other people kiss while I just sit and stare, I look to my left, and theres nobody there, I look to my right, and theres a pair. The clouds are red, the rain is black, I may have left, but ill never be back, but what I can say is, theres nothing I lack. I look at the trees, I look at the sky, but what is the point when I just want to die? Why? Why do I try? When every time I fail, all I do is cry. And how can I be calm when im jealous of every guy? My heart is grounded, while my mind wants to fly, you can guess by what I write, that im also kind of shy, why do I need them? All they do is lie. I try to be nice, but they just punch me in the eye, and when im upset, all they do is pry. The clouds are blue, the sky is white, my mind is racing faster than the speed of light, my life just gets worse, but I still have to fight, why am I like this? Its just not right. Life is taller than me, im not its hight, I fly through the sky, gut still held to the ground, just like a kite, and why are people scared when they know I don’t bite? You can tell my whole life, just by what I write, I sleep during the day, and fly through the night, and im pushing a boulder with all my might. But im getting nowhere, my hands are bare, I love the dark, so give me a scare, I lost my mind and my soul, they were a pair. Sometimes I just sit, sit and think, think that I cant end up in the brink, my mind is empty and cold, like a skating rink, I don’t care if people say I stink, because I already know that im their main link, I have a cup, but nothing to drink, my mind wants to grow while my heart wants to shrink. The water is black, the sun is red, you cant kill something that’s already dead. I jump off the bridge, I take the dive, you cant kill something that was never alive. Im steering my life, but I don’t know how to drive…everything gets quiet when I arrive. I live in a shack, I peek through the crack, and when I look outside, all I see is black…
At night of the Hight of winter, when from the Netherlands comes the brutal sun, lightning without rain
and at the same time clouds with frost, rain for a while, hail, snow and wind of the elements, large and small.
No end in sight; it is a day with a change, storm of clouds, storm of winds, shipwreck, submarine, decomposition
and the four veils.
No beginning and no end.
WHEN the moon in the morning or at noon is as bright as an orb, or almost, and it becomes night before the fourth
evening of the lunar month.
I, to stand in your light as in a spotlight:
I to look into the eyes of a crescent: love, flame, bed. You, great, powerful, oh so distant, as luminous as stars.
A desert of fire. At night you search for me.
THE cypresss of the monasticism are under your feet, the nuns walking barefoot, when they keep time, when they sing
while tying themselves together and when they put their tongues to the left and to the right in the custom of zdrakas.
On the walls of their chapel, near the chapel and the curtain, there are female saints, goddesses, whom they adore,
and those that they cover with veils and they cover with gilded haws. It is as if they were entering a house and praying
in front of the altar. The angel of women, whom they saw in a dream and whom they know to be linked to the will of God,
blazed with stars when they looked at her.
To them she is a light, a light that penetrates them like the opening of a wound. And they throw their arms over her,
when they press her feet.
That is how they pray.
WHEN i heard them chanting, I felt like a stone, as if pierced by the time of their desires. The stones of the market of Damascus
by the way of the river.
How have they lived, with their desire, like dew in their eyes.
I, my feet up, the state of being crushed, felt also that I have attained my purpose and that nothing remains, nothing is more than dust,
nothing any longer is alive.
One wind against my whole body, threw me to dust.
These are days of longing, of vulnerability, of vulnerability. These days. I stand like a young woman in front of a mirror.
Who is that person staring at me? Someone long dead and buried.
Everything that had lasted for centuries is gone.
I am facing my own death.
:: 11.10.2020 ::
I love money but it will never become the death of me/
I love poetry so that must become my destiny/
I love my sight but i would trade it just so i can see/
A new vision/
Threw out the darkest night/
A poetic collision/
To help me develop a new sight/
To help me make my decision/
And over come my fear of this new hight/
To guide me threw the competition/
And become my new light/
Despite...
The fact that da world aint mine/
So I carry the vision in my mind/
just in case i go blind/
And attempt rewind/
Time and watch as the hands on the clock rotate counter clock wise/
And I watch this all behind the darkness of my brown eyes/
For those of you that cant tell that means my eyes are shut tight/
And I allow the darkest vision to become my inspiration and light/
Despite....
The fact that the world aint mine/
So I take the batteries out of my watch to try to save time/
So that I wont be late standing in heaven's line/
With several questions on my mind/
Like dear lord please tell me is this my sign/
Am i pose to release my thought in this poetic rhyme/
Is this the reason you gave me this talent to deposit a poetic hymn/
I stand with the questions build inside of me/
All I can do is wait patently/
For my turn/
Hopeful I slip and fall and that will be another lesson learned/
Maybe that is my main concern/
I sit and wonder what is my main purpose in life/
Sometimes I catch myself adjusting the lens in my glasses to try 2 develop and deliver a new sight/
Now that aint right/
Im trying to exceed to my highest level in life/
But i cant do it cuz im scared of heights/
Im in life's airport lookin for my flight/
Cuz i dont see what the purpose is/
I mean tell me if you feeling this/
Tell me If you hearing this/
I mean let me know do you think I sound ignorant/
Ignorance is bliss/
But its more noticeable then this/
Word..../
this sounds like something i never heard/
Even though its hard to believe this is my spoken word/
Only read this if you have a good understanding of the English language, because it is all about how word spellings differ but for no particular reason.
This write is quite right in that it highlights the height and weight of the great language of English which is no sandwich and not straight forward mate.
(This right is qite wright in that it highlites the hight and waight of the greight langwich of English witch is no sanduage and not strate forward meight.)
We now know that "K" has special powers but not with knot or knock.
(We now K-now that "k" has special powers but not with not or nock.)
And people say Nike-y but they don't ride a bikey, so it's Nike like Mike.
(and people say Nikey but they don't ride a bikey, so it's NIKe LIKE MIKE, or mic.)
While they're unable to get their head around there,
they sit in a chair and stare like a bear, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where near, but like fare which is also like bare.
(While there unable to get they're head around their,
they sit in a chere and stair like a bere, which is spelt like fear and hear but is pronounced no where nare, but like fair which is also bere.)
Far away cars on Mars are not said like wars, which for sure is more like bore and I'm assured that board is different to ward.
Warlords have been found to have had people drowned, not dround as it could sound, as the power of their throne has grown to fit their waist and they do not waste their God placed authority or make the mistake that the steak with cheese one grates quakes.
On the whole my soul is on a roll to score a goal with this write, because though words are spelt a different way they are spelt the same when these words we say.
I think I'm done and I've won like the Holy Son, or am shining wholly like the light from the sun.
And to think I had special needs, was labelled dyslexic and had ADHD, oh and as well as that I failed my English exam, twice.
Form:
Scales cut into scalene shales.
A girl kept behind a shanty veil.
Teeth to consider.
With the jaws and claws to render.
A tail for a fender.
A king will bequest the men tougher.
A simple challenge to select the best.
The one to win merely completes the quest.
Off to joruney across the land.
A donkey for a steed.
A sword in hand.
The lung quester ready to do his mighty deed.
Through the woods and over the lands.
Where mere nights become shadowy last stands.
The girl up in the keep.
Her only companion a golden fleeced sheep.
Her thoughts of a night grand.
The dragon pompously wrought defeat on band after band.
Fist over claw, and tooth over sword.
How hight the knight holds his reward.
To plunge forward.
When his blade drives through the mighty skull.
His senses will ever be dulled.
His humility dead, and his pride shown full.
The girl from her chamber be pulled.
To her, He lulled.
His mind dredged and her body used.
A trip to the king's land.
Only to find no rings for a young knight's hand.
To him she showed endowed love.
He who cursed the beings above.
There flew a dove.
Save that it called a sound.
To the table long and round.
The knight well forgotten.
The girl's mind and heart now rotten.
The king barely clothed in cotton.
He wonders was it time well spent?
That he should pay an ungrateful rent.
The king with mind bend,
His daughter's hand now lent.
The dove calls again, the sound of matrimony.
The knight, hungered and bony.
Repayed y whom he cursed.
The girl well versed. Would be the first to tell.
Of a knight that went through he!! (>..<)
Only to be thrown away.
For him the bells of death toll and on rusted hills they roll.
How she hated this day...
He falls down and blood trickles from a small wound.
His coin purse unbound.
With the thieves it can all be found.......
Can you remember that day
You felt the future in the wind
Thinking “Once upon a time”
It was only a dream back then
Girl, before I knew your name
And you hadn’t seen my face
I longed to be in your mornings
Touching you..amazing grace
Whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets that are yet untold
Passions from deep inside
Fingerprints from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
They say patience is a virtue
Etiquette to get from there to this
Keep waiting, yes I’m chasing
That perfect ever after kiss
The night you’ll linger at my lips
Tease me with your kind smile
Golden locks and curves of bliss
Let’s take it slow, l’ll stay awhile
Whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets that are yet untold
Passions from deep inside
Fingerprints from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
Cause It’s not too far to see
Curl around me, I’ll do it right
Feel that soft and tender touch
Yeah, from evening until the light
Oh, the silhouette of your beauty
Thoughts are dancing in my mind
Raindrop’s beat it’s so captivating
Romantic treasures to seek & find
Those whispers from your heart
Gently echo in my ear
Caressing your whole world
Love drives away all fear
Secrets.. that are yet untold
Passions.. from deep inside
Fingerprints.. from up above
Poetic wonder.. make me high
I’ve never been this high
Just being you.. you make me high!
I’ve never been this high
~Lyric Man
Note: Inspired scribbles echo poetic wonder
Athwart Without Surcease — Edzel
Erelong the sphere was contrived,
intrinsically safe with His arms.
Born— soon derived,
and molded from His heart so warm.
Fain to live,
hight to be a no man in an island.
Sith ere He do forgive,
our sins be reprimand.
Teened with so many misdeed,
but He do acquit;
our men of courage didn't hid—
and but those hopeless did quit.
Meseems we're helpless,
souls are senseless;
Those who're lifeless,
can't be pulled out of darkness.
Hush.
The sleek fur of thy skull,
reamed out by duress.
Their zeal hastn't gone dull,
annihilation is devoutness.
Enow with termination,
ere the lands we owe—
lief be covered with wanion,
and eftsoons happiness alow.
Howbeit;
We grasped to fight,
ifsoever dictatorship swith enacted.
Humanity assimilates the light,
cast back not to be affrighted.
Assayed to be free,
thole is to be liberate.
We strife to flee,
‘tis to hearken the accouchement altercate.
The Livewright wanted us to fight aught,
may it be billows.
The end is nigh— we fought,
for we to bide tranquil in meadows.
Alas! Alack!
Beshrewed eftsoons,
ether evanescent.
Thy lay distuned,
and eyne dyed with torment.
Fooled ye’ll,
ill luck usward.
Certes— it rang, the dying bell,
avaunt, avaunt; froward.
Mayhap;
O’, living souls,
thou art the light—
Howbeit; the world was darkened by ghouls,
apparatuses caused blight.
Fatality somewither,
hypermedia is the root;
“We’d not be here forever,
but so my life could reboot.”
Form:
Let there be light
Today October 1st 2014
Nigeria celebrate 54year of
Independent
Let there be light
Now To the men on the hills
We are tired of darkness
We are feed up of heat
Our light builds are tired to sleep
The wires are whiling to catch life
Our food cry for preservation
The fan can't help the air
Our tv are tired of no touch
Our phone batteries need to be charge
Our cloths need to be strengthen
Despite all
Every month end we get bills
For what we never enjoyed
A scam
With no explanation
Let there be light
Nigeria is the biggest
Economy of Africa
Yet we lake constant electricity
the common man no not
The meaning of electricity
All day we burn fuel
With a power generator
Where some die from it pollution
Let there be light
Light up the land
And watch growth
Flow like a tap without
A head
The people are in need of life
How do you keep
Calm while we suffer
To nothing
Let there be light
On your hills
In our hot weather
You sleep with an
Air condition
Hello sir I wonder
How your head
Keep cool if you
Lack electricity
In that mansion of yours
I wonder how you enjoy
Your luxurious properties
With out the light
Yet you fail to provide
It to your people
Let there be light
Only a fool enjoys
To allow poverty
To live among his own
Community
Only a cowards live to
Only show up his hight of
No knowledge nor wisdom
The light is a necessity
Darkness is evil
Like is obvious
We pledge to you sir's
On the hill
Let there be light
A tragedy has happened, here in the U.S.A.
Thousands upon thousands, have kneeled down to pray.
Have Faith my friends, because I know that God will see us through.
We are the greatest nation, the red, the white, the blue.
The Eagle fly's hight in the sky, to guard us from above.
It's time for peace, it's time for hope and it's time for love.
We life in America, the home of the brave the free.
If we stick together, we'll be alright you'll see.
Believe in those who lead us, I'm sure they'lll do what's right.
Now we prepare for battle, we'll stand up and we'll fight.
God bless the men and women, who guard our nations shore.
And thanks to all, who gave their lives, to those who went before.
Thank you Lady Liberty, with torch in hand, you light the way.
You stand their in the harbor, to make it safe today.
And thank you for the Eagle, and the flag that fly's on high.
And for our national anthem, raise your voices to the sky.
I'm proud to be an American, the U.S. is my home.
I'ts courage, faith and fortitued, that everyone of us has shown.
I ask you God to bless us, in everything we do.
God bless America, the red, the white, the blue.
Form:
I don’t have the pretty face,
A defined body nor a shape.
Im a mess and i tend to hate,
my own self for goodness sake.
Its not healthy i do this,
quite often, on daily.
Someday i wish i could stop,
the hate i give to my body
she is way better than me,
a better face, a better teeth.
She has such a perfect day,
a perfect life, a perfect teen.
What do i need to be like her?
How much of surgeries?
Believe me i’ll have the money,
just as long i can be a barbie
what do i need to do, to have my life like she does?
what do i need to do, i’ll shed a skin if it’s a must.
all i wanted was a perfect life, be a perfect wife.
but all i got is an ugly face with an ugly shape.
take a look at her legs,
thin as how the toothpicks were made.
take a look at her skin,
far better than what i see.
she has the ideal weight,
the ideal hight, the ideal “fine”
all the boys run after her,
as i sit down by the curb.
so i guess, forever i will be stuck with these things in my life.
Forever it may seem, for me to have these ugly thighs.
Forever it may seem, for me to endure this pain.
But at least I’m okay.