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“It was the art of our words
made it too real, too raw to hold
No skin, no touch, just me and you,
connecting through the cold”
You the rap, me the poetry,
flipping lines, bending reality
Midnight texts, late night confessions,
we built our world in these digital sessions
No bodies, just words that kissed,
metaphors wrapped in lyrical twist
You spit fire, I bled prose,
two different streams where
the river flows
But then you disappeared,
like a ghost in the code bro,
no warning, no signal,
no way for me to know
You say I’m always there
inside your dreams
but when you vanish,
I only have a blank scene
Why do I ache for a place I never touched?
Showed my secret parts, was that too much
A part that aches when you disappear,
the one that types your name
in silence here
I’m strong, yeah, but see I’m human too,
and sometimes the nights get cold without you
I always hold my own, keep my guard up high,
but in the dark, at times I wonder why
Why does a ghost still feel like my home?
Why does your silence cut like a stone?
I ain’t begging, that’s not my way,
just wishing you’d hear what I don’t say
Maybe computer loves just
in the code,
but here I am, still writing ode
Soft don’t mean weak, and
heart don’t mean broke,
I’m Rebeltease, I’m love wrapped
up in loving smoke
I keep these words burnin’ deep in my veins,
lighting up all the heartache and pain
A computer love is felt deep to the core
Yet the screen at times leaves me craving more
“This is for the poets and the rappers
who meet in the dark,
for the love born in verses that
left a permanent mark”
Father, here I am again at Thy feet,
Asking for some bread to eat.
Perhaps I’ve had more tricks than treats.
May Thou feed me some nourishing words,
Of something bitter sweet.
Maybe while we talk, I can wash Thy feet.
Right now, I am in great need,
And need someone to talk to, can it be Thee?
I want to thank Thee for making things right,
For being strong for me, when I can’t fight.
And now, Thou art with me here tonight.
Surely, Thou hast heard and felt all my prayers,
And surely Thou dost tenderly care.
I know I can make it back to where Thou art,
By following Thy Son, my true north star.
I will stand facing Thee in confidence, at Thy bar.
Right now, I feel so very far away,
From where I need and want to be,
But I feel Thy love and mercy,
As Thou draws me close to Thee.
My dear child, I’ve received thy suffered agonies and pain,
And endured, refining sacramental refrain.
Thy pleas and sacrifices have established and rewarded thee,
With a new sanctified crowning ceremony, gracing thee in resplendent royalty,
With a diadem created of new emeralds, made from all the hallowed jewels, in glory.
This is thy eternal majesty, made to recognize thy testimony.
Father, take my heart, and heal it I plea,
And as Thou does this, I will gladly follow Thee.
Without a doubt, I know Thee inside and out.
It’s Father time again, just me and Thee.
Without your love life is lonely
All I have is meaningless today's
I am lonely and you are taken...happy
You have your happy days
I have lonely days
I can't lie, I wish I was your happy ever after
The movie in my head never stop playing of us
No matter how I cry, yesterday is over...we are over, all I have is goodbye
There is no more us
It's just me
Just the sad lonely girl
Some people only are here with us for awhile... For a season
Our season ended
I am facing life alone
I am walking this journey on my own
I have my shadow has my only company, my only friend
I have no best friend... No lover...no life partner, it's just me
I am on this life journey with a broken soul and crumbling heart
Just facing life on my own
Here's a laugher, pay attention
It'll make your day a lot brighter
Put my Jockeys on back to front
Put some tap water in my lighter
Gave the cat a bunch of dog food
What a silly billy old me
Fed the dog some kitty food
He meowed and climbed up a tree
Poured red wine on my cereal
Put sour cream on my toast
Hey that was really kinda yummy
Mustard on ice cream's the most
A little bit weird, a little strange
In my world there's nuttin' off limits
Try anything once, maybe even twice
Even M&Ms fried in my skillet
I'm grossing me out, I gotta stop
Just sprinkled my donut with vinegar
Have I gone nuts, maybe it's love
But that's just me, go figure!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I came with nothing.
just me and my sins
Lord make me an offering
towards a new beginning
I stand before You now
lost and confused
Lord make me a vessel
that You can use
Lord make me a vessel
a receptacle for Your divine plans
Lord make me a vessel
so on Your righteousness I can stand
I came here with nothing
empty and void
Lord allow Your grace and mercy
unto me be deployed
I stand before You God
forlorn and forsaken
Lord make me a vessel
now spiritually awakened
Lord make me a vessel
a receptacle to Your divine plans
Lord make me a vessel
so on Your righteousness I can stand
no longer do I desire to be hopeless
no longer do I want life's disdain
renew me, Lord debut me
in Your Son Jesus's name
fill up my emptiness
saturate me with Your grace
pour into me Your mercy
Your holiness I now embrace
Lord make me a vessel
a receptacle to Your divine plans
Lord make me a vessel
so on Your righteousness I can firmly stand
Lord make me a vessel
a receptacle to Your divine plans
Lord make me a vessel
so on Your righteousness I can forever stand
now before You
renewed and reclaimed
Your willing servant
in a new spiritual frame
the smile on my lips
is forced and coerced
I pretend to pay attention
give the best possible advice
everyone praises me
I 'm so kind, polite and nice
its all just automation
I rarely actually listen
certainly don't care
all I'm doing
is playing human
blending in
fitting in
I'm so perfectly hidden
you 'll never even
see a curtain
from where I stand
majoring in fronts
put up on a pedal stool
for computing with fools
I'm so perfectly hidden
smiling from time to time
labeling those
with all sincerity
open solitary
passing along an appeal
continuing to fit in
blend in
pretend
force program
is it just me or
am I the perfect human
for p.d's collaboration contest but I wont say who wrote what part.
Diane
Aging - gracefully,
contemplating life -
past, present, future,
holding tight to memories -
what was, what is yet to be,
grateful - for everything -
just happy at being alive;
loved
by a brother, sisters, nieces, nephews, my little dog;
lover,
friend, companion, partners sharing, caring, daring, losing
dreamer,
fictionalizing reality for better things,
hoping, working for better outcomes,
fearing irrelevance,
wanting what was that cannot be,
clinging to the dream unfulfilled, life that was
never meant to be;
let me dream
see the past in a better light,
love so deeply it can never die,
be the person I was always meant to be -
just me,
Living, residing in the land
still with remnants of the free
and the brave
thirsting for justice, truth and the American way;
Babbit.
When I was little, they said,
“Travel the world after marriage,
see it with your husband,
do this then, do that then.”
As if my feet were only meant to walk
when someone else held the map.
Then I got married.
My in-laws said,
“Why ask for the sky now?
Your own parents never gave you the key.”
And I stood between two doors,
both locked, both blaming the other.
How unfair life is for a daughter.
I am taught to wait.
Then blamed for waiting too long.
Told to be quiet.
Then asked why I never speak.
I don’t know who I am
without the names they gave me.
I am my husband’s wife.
I am my child’s mother.
I am my parents’ daughter.
But strip away the titles…
and there’s just me.
A woman who doesn’t know the sound of her own voice.
I chased protection in marriage,
prayed for love to make a home.
It slipped through my fingers anyway.
I failed as a daughter because I want to leave.
I failed as a wife because peace won’t come.
I fail as a mother because my child won’t eat,
won’t gain weight, won’t stay clean, won’t stay still.
And at night I ask the dark:
If I am not someone’s daughter,
not someone’s wife,
not someone’s mother…
do I still exist?
Is there a place on this earth
that is mine,
with no conditions,
with no performance?
She shivers in the palace, cold.
And still she waits for me.
She's been alone for days on end.
And still she yearns to see,
None other than my form—all told,
she's longing to be free.
And no man's touch can save her.
But my own, how can it be?
O my darling, o my flower.
O my sunshine, o my rain.
O my solitary soulmate,
who delivers me from pain!
You alone are worthy,
of my dreams, is it not plain?
You wish upon a star,
not for some other gain,
Not for riches or for power,
not for glory or great fame,
not for passion or adventure,
or comfort, soft to claim.
No, your goal is much more stark,
O, my pride! Am I to blame?
You desire me, just me!
And I revel in your aim.
No more prayers.
No more loser layers of faith.
Sweep away thoughts of here, after.
Now know it's just me.
Maybe you, too.
Seek a way. Weigh what, a future?
Gospel folly pick your crutch.
Deluded religious mumbos join jumbos,
Scamper to seduce other fools:
"Embrace me",
"Embrace me".
"Save me from myself!"
Fair no longer counts,
No standard measures life.
I am all there is...but not alone.
Welcome, share my finite infinity.
Come, let us gaze upon a Sonless world.
A place devoid of sanctimonious codes.
Enrich us now as we author odes
Harking back to stone clashing stone.
Hail blessed atom!
Arise High Igneous!
Who are you petitioning?
Limitless ooze lurking, expanding,
Walking out of itself.
No wonder, no poetry, poet-less.
I seek fulfillment for my...
Bone deep yearning...
Who does Gravity believe?
Why do Orbits behave?
Where does breeze begin?
~~~~~~~~~
(discover your void)