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A SISTER'S LOVE
THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.
RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY
Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music
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"Novitiate"
Wading through
turgid mainstream
Novitiate makes her
way to the bottom rungs
of the Clean Team
Where dreams are
captured a.m. p.m. .
on the run with
weeping neutered minds
zero sublime
same old, same old
Asks herself,
“Where’s the substance?
Am I gormless too?”
rewards are Molasses,
Sugar Plums and
Glory, if that's you
It’s like dipping your spoon
in Alphabet Soup
re-arranging letters.
Shirley Temples with
no flaming
Bombe Alaska clue
pour the brandy,
light the flame.
Ignite something,
heart, mind or soul
covert intelligence
wonderful electric
minds pollinating
intellectual beehives,
"where's all the dripping
honey?"
Novitiate dreams
Go punch a hole in the sky
block all emotional rissoles
it’s not a question of
do or die
the Game is called
take-the-ride, at all times
avoid blood-sucking Vampires
Strict insects in an
ultra strict machine
watching their wings
flutter pretty, all beat
in time bang against
a silent wall
koutou three times
It aint about numbers baby
nor who’s who in the Zoo
it’s about writing your story
lock, stock and smoking barrel
keeping it true
Cover all mirrors
old is dead
born is new
Mornings rise with Sun
Fold your cards,
Hearts are trumps
Win-Win
what's done is done
time to de-robe and run, run, run
You're a novitiate skating
daily in your black
Nun's habit, it's way way
tragique, it's all a bit,
"La députée a raconté
une histoire très tragique",
find a new Boo.
Passports,
TRANSIT LOUNGE
Airport
Escape the Zoo.
Time to Do-the-Do
Novitiate throw
off your Black habit
Perfume
Rouge lipstick
New shoes
Yeah, put on your
Kavorka
New You
Double Deluxe Choc Chip
take the double cream
and cherry too.
Escaping the Zoo
True Romance.
OUR STORY
Me and You
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
"Temple of Love"/Johnny Hollow
https://youtu.be/p64wbdRBzjk
I wanted to write something in which each successive line had one more letter than the one before; it basically wrote itself :
I
do
not
wish
to see
the sky
before a
bird goes
soaring by
that I may be
at once alive
observing him
soar, turn & dive
no cares, the King
of his high domain
the earth beneath’s
his bejewelled gain
free from constraint
his barnstorming rush
pulls his feathers taut
with a fluttering whoosh
my warm heart takes flight
and my spirit sprouts wings
taking hold my soul now sings
and we soar through the clouds
where the atmosphere’s thinner
my eye’s on heaven, his is on dinner
weaving & dancing cross the skies
our twinkling ‘pas de deux’ surprise
suddenly over, our pathways diverge
when nature defines an inimical urge
on & up he goes as thermals give him rise
and plummetting down I’d slowly realise
my wings are imagined, his beyond surreal
my faithless fall drags me down by the heel
and as gravity takes its inevitable toll
the weight of my heart puts my flight on a roll
convinced more than ever that now I should die
as the bird disappears through a hole in the sky
perseverance and strength overcomes the desire
to surrender my endurance for abandonments fire
heavens continuance calls, without thinking I vie
now to ascend beyond death without questioning why
By His Grace, my spirit lifts mountain high as the dove
To forever dwell in Peace with the King of all the above
Written and posted 07/11/15
by
Bill Lindsay
reposted for Trashed2 contest sponsored by BROKEN WINGS
THE SUNFLOWERS- With the morning sun on the rise, they slowly lift their heads and their petals of yellowish-gold spread smiling with the sun.
THE HOUSE- As a passer-by, sitting atop a hill all trim and newly touched with a brush, it's white and blue shutters swing to the light breeze as quiet sets the mood.
THE LAMP- On low-glow, dimness surrounds the light beige drapes and the leaves from the long-stemmed plant sag downward as if fireworks were falling.
THE HIGHCHAIR- The tray all covered with remnants of chocolate pudding and cookie crumbs sits empty and all alone in the corner...mom holds baby boy on her shoulder where he rests his head and sleeps
THE DOG- Sitting on the edge of a bay window quietly looking at the rain dropping, she sits with her eyes drooped and her head resting on her front paws.
THE SUN- As it rounds the world, hues of light and dark blues set the tones of dusk and dawn...birds, bees and butterfly's paint the skies.
THE OCEAN- A shoreline of white caps ripple while calm waters beyond views sailboats, seagulls, and spotty white fluffy clouds in the horizon
THE MOON- Surrounded by pinholes, the huge white hole in the sky brightens the paths through the forests and alleys where lovers hold hands and stare at falling stars
THE MOUNTAINS- Above the lake, their shadows mirror. Colors of brown, orange, red and green is center staged around the log cabin off to the left, to the right...a man and his son fishing from the dock.
Form:
Hang yourself from that family tree, cut it down build a coffin for you and me. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Not the first time I’ve felt the inside of a warm body cavity and understood. Stretch the flesh, and visions told. Prophesies rot within bleached skulls. The sun knows no mercy for its decimation. I ain’t got time for that threshin’ floor. Drag my belly across that killin’ floor, Welcome lil’ girl this slow death we call life.
Well the fiend’s they cometh from deep within the woods. Filth, filth… divine visions. We’re ganna Bleed upon clover. Consumed by Clouded thoughts, numb tongued with a haunted stare. Moonstruck, finger tips meet broken flesh. Survival, it is a killer. We got Graves without faces and we’re cursed to wander as the sun burns a hole in the sky... Carve me a smile,we got Bones in a pile. What we do in them woods is holy. O’ it feels so good to be washed from sin, that blood of lamb tastes divine. My sweet sweet lord, he’s up above.
It’s a nightmare made flesh kinda’ Sunday. Gatta’ love that velvety God flesh in your mouth. ...And her womb spews forth blasphemy, and her lips uttered deceit. Black alter. The trail of dead ends at your doorstep, the stream of blood rests at your feet.
Blue Hole
Caught between a high and a low
Wild winds created
Sneer at my sunlit scenes
In surrender -
Begging to share luminosity nascent -
Slamming clouds together
In tight hollows
Where my interrupted dreams cower -
Unfinished ravished rainbows,
Stuck on jagged mocking torrents,
Find no escape to share
Their arching colors
In hallowed hues
No path to slide upon empyreans of illumination
Or slip through invisible’s elusive seam
Come then gone
In jeering contempt
Blue to azure sapphire atmosphere approaches,
Turquoise tamed in twilight,
Slow rending open a hidden wrinkle
Forming a wide womb
No black hole of taunting lamentations
Like a devouring apocalyptic apparition
Of scorching laughter
Only an ever widening
Hole on wings of blue with serene edges
Sweeping away unholy hollows
Beckoning wide eyes
Look up! Embrace sight
That rises up on eagle’s wings
Shaking off the sneering winds
And mocking torrent’s tantrums
Reside in aromatic views of valley’s paradise
Stretch into enigma’s rubric mystery
Come from nowhere to somewhere morning glory essence
Through my hallowed blue hole in the sky.
5-21-21
Contest: Blue Hole
Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco
Sorrow is the looming sadness
brought forth by the past
through a hole in the sky.
An image within an image.
A scene of a winter window
a young girl with pigtails peers
out of at nothing in particular
but the last hanging ice-sculpture
bowing the gutter above her.
Her eyes are glassy like that
lone remaining vestige of holiday
warmth and heavy like the gravity
wishing away all the promises made
to visit again and keep in touch;
the last gift to unwrap that
her mischievous orange-headed
cousin rips from her hands
and hides away to be discovered
some years later beneath the
stairwell under a calico-checkered
wool blanket, frayed, the day of her
mother’s funeral, with no
accompanying apologies made
as her soft hazel eyes slowly
fasten a river flush with sadness
for her young adult form, slender
and beautiful, to swim through
next summers and all the way
back to the house that stole her
mother beaten to death by the
cancerous sun, so she can
watch once more the icicles gather;
watch as they droop into puddles of
sorrow’s fulfilment drip upon drip.
A murky pond into which an orphan dives.
Did the Ouija board tell you
Our love is dead
And your world is undying?
Did the séance open your eyes
The beauty of the blind
Was the truth surprising?
The lovers separated
And the tower fell
The high priestess holds the moon
With secrets she’ll never tell
The Hermit lets the star lead the way
And the magician buys the world
With the curse of his spell
Did your psychic tell you
Our future is gone
And your world is crying?
Did your dreams give you a clue
The nightmare of sight
Was the truth surprising?
Secret passage in the bible
Speaks of a peaceful war
Says the poltergeist
All the souls join hands
And show me the way
Did your astrologer tell you
Our minds our confused
The hole in the sky is not compromising?
Did thee medium free your mind
The reality of the light
Was the truth surprising?
It seems as though
Our love is dead
No time to morn the lost
It seems as though our love is dead
No time to morn the lost
We are the nothing
We are the others, the never wills, the nothingness of death.
We are nothing, you are less; spineless, useless, worthless, blessed.
Burn it to the ground and ground it down;
I love falling apart in your arms.
Everyone is going around, falling down to the ground;
We feel like the world is coming to an end.
Burn it down, burn it down.
Everyone is an angel and everyone is a devil;
All we become is ashes and dust.
Bite the hand that feeds,
Down on your dirty knees;
Who are you that we should trust?
There is a great big hole in the sky;
I think it’s time to die.
There’s nothing left to do,
But suffer fools like you.
Something inside me burns with hate;
It is you I have to kill or save.
Clinical and cynical;
We are nothing to the grave.
We are the nothing inside of you,
We are the nothing that you breed.
We are nothing,
You are nothing;
You are nothing like me.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Morning wears dark clouds like veils.
They churn among themselves and drift to the west.
They drift as spirits above wooded hills surrounding me.
A bare field waits to be planted.
A hole in the sky glows with opaque light.
Standing alone, I wonder where it will take me.
Standing alone, I ponder about those at home and those who left.
Silence leaves me with echoes of my thoughts and reverberations
of heartbeat.
Dauntless hawks making circles ride air currents, going higher and
descending.
This morning soliloquy stirs beginnings of a poem.
Shadows of a well-lived life linger.
A well-lived life recalls others.