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Quote By: Sofia Rojas
The wrong person will find you at peace then later leave you in pieces
The right person will find you when broken and help you find peace again
Both are necessary in the development and learning of your existence.
So many years of trying to find the right partner
all I got was pain and heartache, where did I go wrong ?
Guess I spend too much time trying to protect my armor
lost in my loneliness I always felt like I didn't belong;
Then I learned to self soothe and sing my own lullabies
stitched my hopes to trust then prayed him in, Who knew
that the right one would come along and hear my cries.
Yes he came to my rescue, right on cue !
Sometimes we need to meet many Mister Wrongs
before we can finally find our Mister Right
It doesn't mean you failed,
it just means your prayer never got mailed....
It is like an imagination
When eyes open in original nation
Close in this word but phantom
Close in this cruel and crook home
Whose false falsifies brothers and sisters
Into pirating neighbours’ labours
Into dancing to drum of hatred
Into dipping hands in blood
Blood topples like control-less plane
Blood streams like oil that emancipates from can
Tighten the tether of sin
And close the gate of the zion
Religion preaches to the heart –
Heart of lost soul and straighten the route
Says prostrate your mind – prostrate your mind
Prostrate your mind before your lord
And hope is birthed
Hope is birthed like a baby
Depth down the heart
Grows as the day goes by
Gives sense of patient
And longing for the real word
And good deed is birthed
Good deed is birthed like a rising in sun
Sharpen as the day moves on
Wash off the sin and you are an infant
Who is not sinned before and present
Rebuke evil ought to befall you
Stimulate and hasten progress on your way
Spiritual and natural you grow
Religion, Patient, and Good deeds are lights, heaven’s key
Not for contest.
Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind
The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal
Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound
Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care
At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who
So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key
A key touched my heart I found in the drawer.
A key made me start to remember before.
Well used and patinad, it's one of a kind.
My heart starts to reel as my thoughts come to mind.
It's opened the door many times in my life.
To a place where I knew I was safe from the strife.
You just never know what you'll find when you clean.
It's surprizing what a key to the past can mean.
I woke up this morning one day further beyond.
I found this key, not unlike a magic wond.
It tansports me to a time and day.
Where the past can't be changed, no matter what you say.
I can't help but wonder what present keys will bring.
When I clean out this drawer next time, what truth will ring?
A key just as simple as simple can be.
Leaves me simply grateful for the effect it's had on me.
The eyeglass store’s brand new; it moved
From just across the street.
The stock is current, fresh and cool;
Displays are nice and neat.
But unlike some establishments,
Its style is from the past.
The frames are under lock and key,
Although the choice is vast.
So every time I saw one
I’d consider for myself,
A store employee with a key’d
Unlock the drawer or shelf.
He’d watch me as I’d try it on
And wait for my decision.
My interest waned beneath the weight
Of constant supervision.
In other shops the customer
Is left to his devices
To try on every single pair
That possibly entices.
I left the store with my old glasses
Perched upon my face.
My search will now continue
At a far more trusting place.
A frigid December night in a somewhere Midwest town,
He'd been out late on some errands, buying stuff he needed;
Came home dog-tired, ready to shower and stretch,
Put his key in the door, and received
The shock of his life.
The key didn't work; it didn't move this way or that:
His mind reeling, again and again the key didn't turn as he quivered;
Heart pounding, thoughts racing, anger welling up in him;
Looked up for a moment, stopped in his tracks, his will failing,
So grim.
Four squad cars were ready, though quiet for now,
Officers poised to pounce should he crack;
Stepped cautiously back from that ex-entrance of iron,
Spirit sinking, thoughts askew:
Surely it's all a huge misunderstanding.
All of three months he'd lived in the town,
Hardly knew a soul at work, never mind on the block;
--Turned out in the dead of brutal midwestern winter's night
With two dimes in his pocket and a broken housekey.
He made the first call, "I'm sorry to disturb you..."
"No trouble at all, can I help, you sound lost..."
A voice from heaven over an AT&T line,
Rescued him from damnation and embarrassment's cackle.
A saint with a white beard smiled at him in the doorway,
welcomed him warmly, whisked him in from the cold;
showed him into a closet-sized room,
A king's palace to a man
With a dime in his pocket
And a broken house-key
That fits no family.
March 04, 2018
Oh childhood lullaby
Yee of bedtime sheep tailored
dream woven pillowcase
Ticking striking momentum behind
hidden crossed finger hand
Conical , decoherence pyramid shape
of future held in open palm
In barren room furnished simply
with a wardrobe hidden in a corner
Beckoning forth an erstwhile champion to
penetrable it's wonder-wall of secrets
And relieve them of the key so
as they can sleep and keep no more
While those who unbeknownst to them
know what they are not
Safely slumber under moon and star
pulsar up above and far further beyond
Sheltering under love's protection from
the bite of the north cold winds jagged teeth
cutting through bare exposed flesh
Who's purpose they believe is to challenge
the power of the witches spell and stroke
a lion's mane
And hopefully imagination permitting
return via the very same rabbit hole
they entered
To speak and tell of such graphic tales in
the key of lullaby that children just like
themselves can even understand
And willingly wish to go to bed in order
to dream
And resume the search of last night's
merriment and folly
Man waits for his second coming, but is to blind to see
He came million of times before, but we didn't use our key
Each year, many millions of children, are born of his flesh
but, it's greed for riches and wealth, mankind does enmesh
Word's meanings, are tangled and stretched, to what end
with all this organized confusion, will mankind ever mend
His shape shifters still arrive here, as legends from the past
Will they lead us to his heaven, or keep us wandering aghast
Why? Our key is simple, all men must get on their knees,
Bow to worship and pray for children, and seek to appease
Their hearts and eyes, hold a true wealth, of riches untold
It can be seen in their spirit, outshining all of mans gold
Children are not just a resource, to be used and disposed
Born to us, his key, if we love, cherish, teach. It's enclosed
“Key”
Thirty pieces of silver.
That ancient story of betrayal
sits shining next to thee,
It flips poetic meaning supernaturally.
We wonder how We came
to this Synchronicity.
The upturned face,
a legacy.
Seeking answers
listening to silence, unanswered.
The questions evade.
The mind lifts,
the sharp point drops its messages
into the grooves of other dimensions played out
like a child’s game where we wave in lyrics,
where the music silver lines the terra firma roads
along the landscape of Life’s turntable.
Inside you something turns, burning
a flame inside a Memory
presents a key.
Candide Diderot. ‘26
“In the sharp gust of love
My memory stirred
When time wreathed a rose
A garland of shame
Its thorn my only delight
War torn, afraid to speak
We dare to breathe
Majestic
Imperial
A bridge of sighs
Solitude sails
In a wave of forgiveness
On angels' wings…”
(Siouxsie & The Banshees)
Matthew 26 NIV
"I have to get to Key West!"
Said Brian through the car window
To no one but the expanse of sea
Outside.
Though everyone in the car heard him.
"We're moving in the opposite direction,"
Said Jane, her eyes lowered to the wheel,
That sad, peeling, 70's green steering wheel
Too wide for modern cars, modern thought.
"It's okay, that's quite alright. Fine, really!"
Brian stammered, his ear pressed red
Against the seat belt.
"The stars will guide us regardless.
They know where I am meant to be."
The Midwestern gypsy picked-up that morning
(Her name tag read, "Panda," and underneath that, "Go!")
Finally opened her eyes and looked at Troubled Brian
Slouched beside her in the backseat.
"What's in Key West?" Panda asked, her eyes
Like slits of glowing oxygen.
"I don't know, Panda," Brian shifted for her,
His blazing focus prostrate and trembling now,
Just beyond her spherical scent of flowers,
"But I have one of those shaky, glass balls at home
With a lighthouse and a shack and a tree
Trapped inside all waiting to be glittered all up
With a good shake..." Brian had a fever,
(and Panda was now loving him underneath his madness)
"...and below the watery, glass ball is a fake, moss-covered,
Stone trunk with an engraving that says, 'Key West.'"
Brian exhaled like a hot air balloon as
Panda kissed him on the nose as they made the U-turn.