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Is it possible for something without a Mind and Eyes
to be so aware that it's Alive? It Boggles the mind
Alert and Ready the Starfish operates off Intuition and Instincts
Always Calm and Steady, Ready
In Christian Mythology
The Starfish represents the Virgin Mary
I'm into Superstitions, but hey that's just me
Stella Maris
By the way means Star Of The Sea,
So vibrant in colors
Beauty in it's simplest form,
I admire the Starfish
It holds it's ground amongst the Harshest Of Storms,
Did you know
The Starfish has been Significant for Thousands of years
It represents Sacred Movement and Flow,
But How So,
Imagine it reaching out it's tentacles out of curiosity to know,
To know and feel it
It's 5 points symbolize Earth, Air, Fire, Water and Spirit
It's nerves potent, always reaching for Truth
Destined to be accepted and bear Fruit,
I Am a firm believer that everything has it's own reason
The Starfish is my example as it thrives from Season to Season,
The Starfish doesn't think, It Simply Is
No thought process, yet it Scintillates it's Bliss
How Glorious
If it loses an arm it can regenerate itself back to the start
proves the mind is fruitless when you Shine Like A STAR
I thought I saw you yesterday.
My heart assumed an unfamiliar arrhythmia mode.
True it was a humid and hectic day
and I was wearied out.
So as I sauntered
down the busy main street,
when everyone and his friend
had just finished work.
I though I saw you on the opposite side,
strolling towards our favourite snack bar
down by the riverside.
Alas I could not cross immediately
for traffic was as usual heavy,
and the ill-fated traffic lights
took such a long time to change.
Finally I hurried to the snack bar.
My heart beat faster.
A woman sat at a table,
our favourite table, right by the window side.
Her hair was auburn, curly hair just like yours,
her dress a haunting memory of you.
But I knew it could not be.
She turned her head as if
she was waiting for someone.
Then I was certain it was not you.
So I felt ashamed, truly ashamed.
My eyes brimmed with tears.
I hurried out and took a bus,
arrived just before closing time.
I just had time to stand before the stone
that spelled your name so fine.
Rest in peace my love and remember
I'll love you till the end of time.
27 October 2020
Silent One Contest
Placed 2
Extra
There are two of us in the house now.
Not four or six or eight.
We have more than we need.
We have an abundance of…
How many jackets can we wear?
How many shoes for our feet?
How many blankets do we store and more?
Why do we have so much of this?
How did we get all of that?
Grab a box, bring a bag,
Come let us hurry.
There are others in need.
This will be easy.
Count the people,
par for the course,
that is the action,
that we must take.
Stuff is just stuff until it is useful.
It takes up space, and keeps you down.
Let go!
Others will say thank you,
and be on about their way.
But there lives will be better for,
all that you have given…
to the core,
in his Holy name.
Amen.
The madman in the attic with his army of demons turned you into a drifter inside your own purgatory. You become a prowler in this strange world of blackness that consumes the children of madness, turning them into the living dead.
Shinning his torch of hate into the darkness but underestimated that you had too much love to be running blind in the land god gave to Caine you were forever fighting back, taking things to the limit. But in the end the promise he gave you ended up being an Impaler to your lost soul and the overloaded whispered rage took you into the strange world as dark and eerie as Transylvania at night
You wore a mask like the phantom of the opera, hiding in the darkness of this cold world. You began looking for a faith healer to take you away from being another menace to society, into an awakening as a prodigal son. You knew you had to forget about yesterday and just remember tomorrow, so you could turn your world into another life. But the Genghis Khan and all the other killers that lived inside your head keep making you feel like a wrath child. You screamed and screamed feel my pain. You yelled stop the war....the war you fight on the battle zone prepared to die by the gun.
riding upon your warhorse your now running free to your sanctuary
* now I shed metal tears...R.I.P Paul Di Anno
Form:
You think I'm stupid, don't forget I was hired,
I won 'The Apprentice,' but I was still fired,
a friend of mine has recently beaten men at darts,
give me/us some credit instead of measuring my parts.
God made us as a friend, even took a rib out of you,
so you've got something less than me, get in the queue,
you shouldn't leave me, it would be good if you believe me,
I'll give you some magic and a good share of mystery,
Don't treat me like a plaything, just respect me boy,
how many times have I been left like a discarded toy,
now it's my turn to deprive you of your dessert,
you have to realize what it's like to get hurt.
One name was Marilyn Monroe, now I'm history,
but just remember that you probably murdered me.
Above me I hear the pounding shells,
The mechanical sound of war.
And like so many, just cannon fodder,
In my mind hard to ignore.
They say that times a healer,
My thoughts still far away.
To see the cradle of my youth,
And the haven of yesterday.
Under the canopy of subtle green,
Down a little leafy lane.
A wooden stile sit’s, a gateway,
My hope that some thing’s, stay the same.
Though the pathway to it now is worn,
By those who have gone before.
In it’s post carved forgotten loves,
Now on show for ever more.
From the time of it’s construction,
It has watched the world go by.
Sweet hearts filled, with loves emotions
A teardrop wiped, a final kiss, is this goodbye.
And through out the year it stands there,
As each season comes then goes.
A robin red breast say’s good morning,
As it shake’s off the winter snow.
© Nicholas Windle 2008
Two millenia past, and more.' A night gathering of the
Sanhedrin, which is i beleive of un-law? So not by day under
Gods sun, as Gid advised Moses, justice should be seen to
Be done, Yeshua knew that wrong would be done He also
Knew His accusers ' everyone' tortured and crucified unto
Death, just after forgiving His tormentors, he gave His last
Breath' He was taken down 'His body intact' no bones
Were broken. and such is the fact.' They took His body to
Josephs tomb, wrapped Him and left, they were full of
Gloom.' Yet Jesus In spirit went to hell, in the lowest depths
Did He show and tell ' many beleived and hastened to His side ' He ascended with them to our Father, the Word holds
No lies.' And then great power filled that room all of a sudden a light Intense, etched His form into those sheets.'
There is blood that has been traced and Its living still.' So We hear now my people a great light shone, enough power To shake the earth through the bedrock shows, and so now on to this one' His photo was taken, how typical said the athiest yet His Father
Could have had no camera..' As they were not invented
I hope my point is well taken.?
Your silence is a burden
That lays heavy on my heart
It feels like we are over
Though we didn't even start
It's a shame to have to feel this way
Like push has come to shove
If you must punish me, please don't leave
Take it out on me in love
Tell me that you love me
And that you run to hide the truth
You do it cause you have to
There's no point you're trying to prove
It's like protection from your own heart
That you justify with tears
You're longing for my I love you
To be whispered in your ear
And while I go on dreaming
Like this man always does
Eternally I make believe
That you'd take it out on me in love
Every night I'd hold you
And thank the Lord above
For the chance we got to become us
And the feeling of your touch
My words keep reaching out to you
Bout how our souls fit like a glove
On the hand of fate its not too late
So take it out on me in love
Tell me that you love me
And that you run to hide the truth
You do it cause you have to
There's no point you're trying to prove
It's like protection from your own heart
That you justify with tears
You're longing for my I love you
To be whispered in your ear
And while I dream about you
Like this man always does
Eternally I make believe
That you'd take it out on me in love
It just keeps getting harder
For you to hide from the truth
That each day that passes us by
Is just time that we both lose
And the biggest fear I've ever known
Is to pass to this lifes end
With not having known what lingers here
Between this woman and this man
It'd be a lie if I ever told you
I don't think of you each day
And picture you right here with me
This ain't some game I'm trying to play
So please let's lift the burden
Of our not knowing us
Lets contemplate our mistake
Then take it out in love
Let's take it out in love......
The thin white line of sanity stretches
Between empty horizon and smoky sky,
Where mind bereft struggles for breath, choking,
The drawstring tightening, pulling the dark -
The soundless, hollow dark - from netherworld
Of demons and terror-filled dreams,
From the sour odor of angst and sweat.
Thoughts, disassembled, scurry out of reach to
Where hangs the heavy pendulum of fate.
And far beyond, where mountains hide
Their secrets in clouds and the rivers run cold,
Tumbling toward their unknown destination,
Is the fabled golden apple of desire,
And the edge of immortality is cut by
That thin white line
That keeps us precariously just this side.
I'm driving down Eighteent' Avenoo in Bensonhoist,
I am having a wallear for a hero; I jeet
nothin' yet, and metballs sound great
but I don't wanna wait on line...
like deeze nice kids from North Carolina!
I tried to jump the line, but duh big guy...
a mean-looking man yells,
" Get back on line, weisnheimer... I don't like doze
kinda of guys...yuh're just another customer! "
I am so hungry I could jeet a big cow,
an' wanna give him a piece of my silly mind!
"Oh my god...he makes me mad!"
" Yuh got a lotta nerve, buddy! " I yell back...
" Don't yuh mess with a goomba! "
" Oh, my god...I sound like doze guys from Duh Sopranos...
I wanna no drama, just my meatballs hero and go! "
Duh tall, chubby man stares at me an' says," Listen to me,
don't yuh tawk to me like dat! "...
" Yuh think...yuh're so special!" I axeya
in a nice way, so go back to the line...an' wait like dey do!...
" Do yuh understand? "..." Someone tell me...whatta I'm gonna
do with an idiot like dat? "
" Yuh still laugh at me like I am tellin' yuh a whacky joke! "
He freezes my words...I can't tawk;
and with a huge hero in my hand, I run back to my scash!
Translation:
I'm driving down Eighteenth Avenue in Bensonhurst,
I am having a craving for a sandwich;
I haven't eaten anything yet, and meatballs look great,
but I don't want to wait in line...
like these nice kids from North Carolina!
I try to jump the line, but the big guy,
a mean-looking man looks at me and shouts,
" Get back in line, wise guy...I don't like those kind of guys!"
" You are just another customer!"
I'm so hungry I could eat a big cow,
and I want to give him a piece of my crazy mind,
but the tall, chubby man stares at me and says,
"Listen to me, don't you talk to me like that!"
"You think you are so special! I asked you in a nice way,
so go back in line... and wait like they do!"...
"Do you understand?..."Someone tell me...what I am going to do
with an idiot like that?..."You still laugh at me like I'm telling you a crazy joke!"
He freezes my words...I can't talk;
and with a huge sanwich in my hand,
I quickly run back to my old-beat-up car!
Entered in Debarah's Guzzi contest, " Dialects make the world go around "
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci