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Every dreamer born may
an escapist become.
When emotional survival
is bad weather stifled
fantasy arrival is
vital as heart and head
weapons that reckon
with false hitting bits of
regrets spittled resin.
Escapists have naive
need beliefs that seek
relief lacking clues.
Not intuitively glued,
they flare prime illusions
then meet blues intrusion.
Rue immersions disburse
layered bruises into
their fantasy threads.
Escapists do not pencil
lists to assist their trips.
Without practice or
attending lessons, an
escapist will maximize an
ideal conception from
foggy appeals and provide
their own transportation
to vaguely arrive in a bog.
Soon dizzy from the tizzy
of too little information,
they’ll deny hearing
reality’s jeering cry.
Easier and freer to eat
it all down for soon
the bog ball will end
and only they need to know
the why in the what that they did.
I hide myself away from the world
The need to protect myself is strong
Afraid of rejection and judgement
Never letting my insecurities outwardly show
I plaster a big smile on my face
But I really don’t feel like smiling
I wear a mask of humour
I deflect with sarcasm
But that’s not who I really am
I long to meet someone special
Who can make my heart soar
Someone who sees past my flaws
I could put my defences down
I could be myself for a change
I will keep on searching
For the one to set me free
Someone willing to take a chance
Can you see the real me?
Numerically, lyrically --- woven and spun
Living the life we were destined to become
Reminiscing about the times that once were
And now 10 years goes by --- it's a wondrous blur
Whether there's feelings still there after all these years
Whether there's still love behind 10 years of tears
Wondering whether the significant others that we devoted once to
If maybe I should of devoted myself to you
The questions that are asked --- the memories left to un - speak
The chilling and frightening from deep with inside my bone marrow becomes weak
The blur of the years and the fish in the sea
When once you meant so deeply much to me
How do we react when now there's families we've created?
And how come neither of us waited?
Why all the pain and the answers to questions you seek
Maybe we'll figure some things out when we see each other this week
Maybe the answers un - told live right under our heads
And the monsters we thought for so long --- really DO live under our beds
The friendship now might create a whole new apocalypse --- it's true
But not being together is as simple as "why is the sky blue?"
Maybe down the path we'll meet hand in hand once again
And maybe we're meant to be a lost figure in our once - committed sin
The lives we left and the people we'll soon leave
Could we ever work? What do you believe?
Is it worth the battle and is it worth the fight?
To hold me beside you for eternity every night?
The war we'll upraise and the pain we'll endure
Could gradually mend our hearts together again --- for sure
The weeks, months, or years it will take for us to break
Will be as quick as it once was --- as soon as we awake...
This is what it's like
An expectation, a storm
Grey and black, blue and white
A disaster, chaos
Death and Pain
Innocent, before it turns
Goes over and transforms
Oh, the pain of existing
A never-ending circle
Meaningless
Empty
Words that hide
This very fact,
To distract the mind
From the real question
Like a ghost, it haunts me
Keeping me up at night
What is the point?
Of everything?
It leads up to nowhere
All for nothing
On and on and on
Forever?
Who knows?
Not you
By far
Listening to your thoughts
Thinking there is a point
That it's worth it
No judgement here
Just the fact that
Your eyes are closed
You have chosen to be
Blind, deaf even
Stick your head in the sand, as they say
Thoughts that don't go far
Except those that know
That understand
I can't be the only one
I refuse to believe it
Just as they do
Form:
We are not the best judge of our worth
God’s attention is for this alone
That we find our vocation on the earth
Clearly some are born with a grave curse
Others have been keen to cast sharp stones
We are not the best judge of our worth
Accidents of time, of place, of birth
Lack of vision,nowhere to call home
Disrupt the virtue of our life on earth
Important it may be to enjoy mirth
To laugh at our pretensions, grin and groan
We are not the best judge of our worth
There is no linear scale. we should not stress
Some may discern value we don’t know
Acceptance is the aim of life on earth
And when we’re stricken by a heavy blow
Inside our little hearts is one who knows
We are not the best judge of our worth
We must love and work to heal the earth
I’m sure it’s nice to know it all
It’s easy to judge, when your not at fault
Your insides don’t burn as your beating the wall
You don’t lie on the ground, ashamed to crawl
Your skin doesn’t cringe as it covers your flesh
Marching ants don’t perform, toes, thighs and breast
Your sanity doesn’t appear, less and less
Taking pride in yourself, you still feen for sex
Unafraid of your voice, you speak your mind
The typical human, walking the line
Sure, there were times, you were left behind
You’ve seen many days that were less than fine
But these misfortunes don’t intertwine
You can’t judge me. My pain is mine
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
From a painter's testimony,
She had a spark of purity
And a twinkle in her eye that hinted dark desires.
Her voice was a midnight thought
Uttered in a whisper to the soul.
She made promises beyond imagination
And her voice was without remorse.
Each time she whispered my grinding horses
Tied with a rope of self control to the tip of divine scriptures
Kicked their hoofs and threatened to break free.
She took me to the depth of the abyss
And quenched the eternal fires of lustful demnation.
Hand in hand we explored the thin boundaries
Between curiosity and blasphemy.
We crossed the blurred lines between faith and stupidity.
She crucified me to the cross of my ignorance
And spilled my folly in a fashionable way.
When I woke up the next morning
I was before the judgement sit of my beloved.
Answering for crimes I never knew were possible to commit.
My beloved,
She promised to rip my heart out.
My beloved wanted me to watch my heart die down
As it lay helplessly outside my chest in a gruesome way.
She promised to hang me as a witch afterwards.
It is disasters like these that give
Good old love a bad name.
Blame the one who cheated
But believe me you,
It took two to tango.
#StvnyPoetry
English quintain
I’m leaving, going far away
and when I’m through, I will return.
But meanwhile, mind my vineyard, stay.
I’m staking out a risk to earn;
It is for you, to try and learn.
I lease to you my private land
which I have hedged. I’ve built a tow’r
so you may guard my kingdom grand.
Till I come back, you are in pow'r.
I will come back, an unknown hour.
Time lingers on, I send trustees
to test the fruit; the vintage won.
The tenants stone and wound all three;
more were dispatched , more harm was done.
They’ll show respect, I’ll send my son.
Imprudent keepers of my lease
imagined I was surely dead.
They saw a chance the land to seize.
My heir’s demise they thought ahead
would free the land to tenants’ stead.
This is a story Jesus told
a parabolic sermon heard.
The tenants’ logic had no hold;
God’s kingdom soon would be transferred
from Jew to Gentile. Thoughts are stirred.
written by Reason A. Poteet
first posted at Poetry Soup – 3 Feb 2015
Iambic tetrameter – an English quintain
for Giorgio’s contest: Structured forms-Iambic verse - Recite and analyze a fictional event
inspired by a biblical parable, Mark 12:1-12
Would that we listened to his mercy,
to his gentle, soft voice as he begged
to heal our wounds.
Would that we looked twice at his loving gaze,
at the selfless passion that saw
a broken truth he wished to heal.
Would that we lived as he taught us,
putting our eternal souls - our greatest treasures -
above drunken bursts of pleasure in a dying world.
But now he has come.
Not as a babe, but as Pantokrator.
The burning Word - white-hot
and searing away the shadows of our fallen Earth.
And while those who walked in Wisdom
cry with relief and joy as they flock to
his invincible banner,
We who dismissed him cry with fear
as we stumble away from his blinding radiance,
for we know that looking upon it
would destroy us.
Written after confession
8 February 2025
Are you human or you're life
Life expectancy
How the far you in your life
And what is your dependency
Is this system SATAN really
To abolish soul
What is your behavior
Is your game kinda foul
Will we all kinda same
In the system this
Sure we're tired of the war
All of us want peace
But with peace you reproduce
Many many children
Ocean corals life reduced
Due your interference
Soles of you shoes produce
Microparticles
They the threat to ocean induce
Many LAW the articles
So you shall be walking less
AI will do all jobs for you
Yes Economy recess
Valuable are few
Ocean suffers from hypoxy
So that many humans eat
What for system this
True judgement
You're HYPOCRITE
I was studying QURAN but I am not a traditional muslim and I also study TORAH but not christian
I am not a religious person and am a mathematician
and ALLAH and I we love this song
10+Years/Feeding+The+Wolves/Fade+Into+(The+Ocean)
and if CYBE ids correct we want HELP