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Virtues are more than they appear to be.
Ripples of connectivity.
Something switched on with the light?
A companion, manual, override.
Especially when storm clouds rear- appear to ruin the blue skies'-
But not like a knife,
that cuts the whole in holes,
of possibility.
Like procedural shears.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, flame, dead.
After it burns your wick at both ends.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
your abode,
not yet
accepting the gift of Life ?
lone
you abide,
Crashing the rifts,
Is this right?
Do YOU still not believe?
YOU are a (A still born-unborn,)
that be's -
the one that grieves?
A loss.
Of integrity?
Keeps an eye on the prize.
Under the storm of seize.
The Gate Keeper with beauty under wing.
Keep an eye for.
The Ace up the sleeve.
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No strings attached, divorce yourself from responsibility, integrity.
Lies.
Faithful predictability?
No connectivity. No breath or girth
No cosmic sister. No brother.
Accident of birth, No love or family or anything home team.
Insignificant things or other?
Life, just random, little, quirks?
The illusion filament.
An antibody to judgment,
Ultimately, to be or not to be
sedated
by needs?
Deflated by deeds
Unplanted seed.
A Dawn to share.
Unborn fruit to bare.
No fear.
He IS near.
Integrity is there,
a silver lining that adds true colors hue
against the black and white.
The false and the true.
Out of the blue.
Something that makes Avalon appear in the misty near.
Clearly.
A magic against the shade of Night.
A cloak and warmth to pull tight.
Peace of mind.
I say piece of soul.
That is never changing.
Someone to be connected to is
happiness, an insurance policy against a reason to be.
Finally, my way is clear
I can see the the beauty in all
Things others don't notice
Or dismiss, as insignificant, small
The sound of water flowing
The smell of crisp clean air
Inundates my being
With what all living things share
I let go of all my fears
And open my eyes
Only to see stupid bangs
Hiding the revelation that cries
.................to be KNOWN
Fighting against their presence
Despising the hair on my head
Life drains from wonder
And plummets me into the lake of the dead
The sunlight shines down
Piercing the comfort of sight
I move my bangs for full vision
To reveal I've lost my light
After much struggle and anger
I leave my bangs where they are
And I begin to perceive
The blood, torn flesh, the scars
I just wanted to see and enjoy
But bangs, like a curtain, got hung
Between the spirit and natural worlds
With the rhythm of "Broken" continually sung
....with every BANG of BELIEF
Written by Trudy Schrader on 08-03-2018
They assembled and gathered
Like they have done forever
One joining the other and another
Simple, friendly and smiling faces
Trotting calmly to catch the pace
Knowing destination will be exceeded
As the abundant will continue to drive
Weakened limbs energized by the sand
Caring not of city man’s worries
Slowly the crowd is formed and bubbles
From many ramifications of Urum
An all-day event needs less hurry
Loudly heard in attitude and style
Planned through four days before
Yet another four days will witness same
Gatherings to sell, to buy and to chatter
Interacting to share, to encourage, bearing
Sharing pains, troubles and sweet songs
As an African child is bathed in powder
On each the other depends
Like persons of old subsisted
Under tattered roofs open to rain and sun
Not minding government neglect and abuse
Early comers nap, linger and do the small talk
While babies dance around half empty market
Your city life they bother not about
For no cause exists for a change of style
For all must be accomplished
If nature does not dictate otherwise
Save for the weak and the sick
Albeit, fully represented in the event
Benefiting from love and care shared
Affection administered across rough roads
However insignificant it may seem
Eternal partnerships, free like life
Alone in the jungle, I stumble, I struggle,
A solitary figure, lost in the depths of my own turmoil.
No one sees, no one hears, my cries echo through the trees,
As I wander, forsaken, in this wilderness of pain and misery.
I talk to the grass, the trees, the wind, and the rain,
For they're the only ones who don't judge, who don't condemn, who don't remain.
The pain I carry, a burden too heavy to bear,
A weight that presses down, a constant reminder of my despair.
Alone in the jungle, emotionally entangled,
Fighting predators, and the demons that haunt me, that strangle.
In this desolate land, where no one cares,
I'm just another forgotten soul, lost in the darkness, with no one to spare.
The jungle's vast, the trees loom tall,
A reflection of my emptiness, my hollowness, my fall.
I think of whys, and who's, and what's, and when's,
The questions swirl, like the jungle's maddening din.
I'm trying to be strong, to push forward, to survive,
But the bones are weak, the heart is tired, the soul is jaded.
They judge me wrongly, for they've never walked a mile,
In these shoes, in this jungle, where I'm forced to smile.
Every breath is a struggle, every meal a fight,
I grab what's available, no matter how meager, no matter how slight.
No luxury of choice, just survival's harsh refrain,
In the jungle, I'm a mere mortal, fragile, vulnerable, and in pain.
Alone in the jungle, with no one to talk to,
The silence is deafening, the loneliness is crippling, it's true.
Inside, a hole, a drum full of burden,
A weight that presses down, a pain that won't subside.
In this jungle, I'm lost, alone, and adrift,
A small, insignificant speck, in an vast, uncaring rift.
But still, I hold on, to hope's thin thread,
For in the darkness, there's a glimmer of light, a chance to be born again, to be made new.
Written: July 06, 2023
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Devoid of purpose, hope, or love in this life.
There is no love or empathy here; only strife.
You don't need to brave it alone if you draw lost.
Let love guide you back home with some cost.
In the vast expanse of life's bewildering maze,
Where shadows dance and hope begins to craze,
It's lenient to lose yourself in the midst of it all.
To feel elfin and insignificant, as if you're going to fall.
But don't despair, for there is a guiding light.
Love is the compass that can bear everything right.
When you're lost and wandering in the woods,
Let love be your guide; let it lead you to what's good.
Languishing in the darkness, feeling gone for good,
Desperation lingers, misunderstood.
But a sparkle of hope and a sort of soul find your way.
Love's gentle touch brings light to your day.
The temptation may be abundant, leading you astray.
But loyalty is the director, showing you the way.
In the face of adversity, remember to be strong.
For love will guide you, even when things are wrong.
Show gratitude for the love you've been shown.
For the compassion and kindness that's been shown.
Let love be your compass, your guiding force.
Leading you back to a place of love and remorse.
No matter how lost you may feel in this world,
Let love lead the way; let love lead you home.
For love knows no boundaries; it knows no bounds.
It can heal the deepest wounds and turn darkness around.
The crowd pushed me away, but I'll stay positive through it all
Lap up my emotions, animals of sympathy, for I'm your trough
Trying not to lose hope in violent tranquility (peaceful and chaotic circumstances)...endure through these tribulations by finding an escape route...a destination called the Lands of Non-fixated Free-falls (a land of Liberty that results in living life in good hands)
Enough with this flowery language I've written down...enough? No...pursue excellence in all you do and I, too, can take that swift advice! Don't be scared or unprepared of what lies ahead - don't take what I say as fluff (insignificant)
At times, rhyming patterns in poetry can be a rough task...life, in general, isn't always a lose-lose, win-win
So, I bask in complications and I have a huge amount of ideas that nudge at my noggin (pokes at my brain)
Smile for a while and jog the extra mile with me, abiding by your side for eternity and beyond
You're the one that I was fond of once upon a time...I don't mean to be deceiving by my flirtatious ways...straining our once-and-for-all bond...
You need to make an income raise by the honors of overcoming financial issues (by saving and spending, you need an award)
I've been stressing about from day in to day out, but without a doubt, I'm more than happy that I'm not in worst shoes (not in a worse situation that a person may go through)
Surprise my oozing-of-saliva tongue taste buds with your sensuous champaign of championship in heart (give me a taste of your victory)
I'm awkward
I'm absurd
I won't bite...I might not be your type of writing, readers who might read this...
Creativity kisses me in the abstract abyss...
...bewildered by the after-consumption of tainted bliss ~ _ ~
(That part means surprised by something you thought was good, but it turns out bad)
I need to wear an upside down frown
I'm down to be with anyone who can lift me up
I'm done being in the dark about the problems that I can't quite put a finger on...
And a-a-anyways,
I'm, frankly, hopelessly mind-blown
2025.07.09 Wednesday.
Ludwig van Beethoven wrote
"To play a wrong note is insignificant,
To play without passion is inexcusable".
I have been distracted and emotionally affected,
By this particular shop. Therefore,
"To be served by a bunch of unlady like women
Who screamed, and yelled so loud at one another,
At their shop in food court of the shopping centre
Would be like to consume taste less food from Rolld.
On 2025.7.3 @ 8:45:00
I was making loud and unpleasant noises from the piano,
By pressing ten fingers onto the keyboards,
I was angrily retardilated to the actions
Made by the women at that particular shop.
Since early May this year, they have turned on
Loud Songs in their Language,
Then radio to match my music in Latin English,
This week, all of a sudden, they applied new tactics,
They spoke very loud almost like screaming and yelling
Towards one another then laugh uncontrolly.
Then on this Wednesday, they loudly and proudly used
The F.... words in every sentence came out of their words.
I found all that behaviours were disgusting
Especially came from a women, in the public,
Stood behind the food glass counters
And directly under the bright light above.
Saturday, 2025.07.12
I was playing the English songs,
A man approached me and praised
"Thank you for playing beautiful music every morning"
I quietly and ducked behind the keyboard,
Pointed toward that particular shop and whispered.
"That shop protested my music and distracted me so much"
He nodded and said, "Yes, I heard their loud noises,
But forget about them. You can't control every one
Just ignoring them and keeping on playing the piano"
He sat down in the food court for a while
Before leaving the area.
I saw him came on the next day.
His present and reassuring words comforted me,
I started to practice peace and played softly.
Collect the leaves, collect the leaves
Throw them into a pile
The end is beautiful
The end is golden
Spin in a circle and watch the forest dance
Turning into a rainbow of brown and gold
Remember how it felt to be in her arms
Remember how it felt to be alive
Pick up the leaves in the pile
Throw them in the air
A parade of gold and brown leaves
They're falling with your tears
When everything you feared came to be
This insignificant moment
Could be the moment to set you free
The moment to unlock your heart
A heart once torn apart
Divorce your emotions
And your devotion to sorrow
Another Autumn has come and gone
Another Winter has come again
To wash away all of the pain
Remember that you were at your worst
You were at your worst
But tomorrow could be your best
Dressed in a fancy little suit
In that beautiful suit she bought you
The one you hated and wanted to return
But now you wear that suit
Because you're going to your graduation
A grandstand of euphoric ovation
But that day will be tomorrow
Today you wallow in the sorrow
And bury yourself in gold and brown leaves
The end is beautiful
The end is golden
In the deepest sea of heartbreak I sit.
Observing how Satan has not only taken
people's hearts and wits!
He owns each one of them, who do not
value all life.
They adore him as a spouse,trusts their
beloved wife.
I want no connections with people who
adore themselves.
They treat all, as if..tin cans on a shelf.
He has defunded people of their very souls.
And roams this earth each night with eyes
as red, hot burning coals.
Murder now, in huge numbers, is astronomical.
Satan's sons and daughters find this both
insignificant and comical?
Save me, Lord, from that horrible fate.
Hide me behind your wisdom and loving gates.
9/2/2021
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I am resigned.
I was once full of neoteric life, fresh as morning dew.
Blank as a hardened sponge waiting for that morning, to
soak in all this life.
I was curious and surprised by the innocence of young creatures. Playful, and distracted by all the colors, flavors, scents, sounds, and textures whirling around me. I was but one drop of water yet presumed myself the storm.
I was then full of new life within my growing awareness. I was the life giver. The female womb, ripe as fruit from the tree. The planting of which was forbidden but irresistible in its passion and pleasure.
Life and death growing inside me.
I was then blind sided by reality, by my insignificant self.
I lost the morning dew, I lost the fevered curiosity, I lost the ego.
I was left with cold questions and fear. Knowing myself to be corruptible.
I became the seeker, the hunter, the collector of truth.
The water dried up, hardened the sponge once again with no more mist or dew to soak in. It was not for me.
The colors no longer distract.
The flavors have lost their savor.
No perfume in this decaying stillness.
I am deaf to their noises, and they shrink from my touch.
I am resigned to listen to my own thoughts… of what is to come.
I am resigned.