Long Losing Poems
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Just because I smile often doesn't mean am happier than You are.
Just because I chose to cry away the night rather than call u and say "sorry" doesn't mean I didn't hear the pain in your voice over what I said.
Just because I have many friends doesn't mean I am not lonely like You are.
Am simply a Reflection of You...
You keep your fears...I keep mine
You hide Your tears...I hide mine
Time will slip like sand in the hourglass;
You'll be in your world and I'll be in mine...
You'll not bother to reach out to me and I'll still be fine.
And then someday,
I might wander too far away...
You'll call out and want to chase,
and yet not be able to see my face.
Maybe then,
hopefully then You'll know how it feels
to lose a Friend...
Just the way am losing you every moment.
August 6 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 42-44
Key Verse – Isaiah 42:8 I am the LORD: that is my name: and my glory will I not give to another, neither my praise to graven images.
HEART THAT ACKNOWLEDGES THE LORD AND HIS GLORY
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our misery
When we are lonely, being pitiful and solitary
Feeling sorry as if enclosed around unbelief-treachery---
Here we are, seeking for His love, full of victory.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our affliction
When we are weak, murmuring over dissatisfaction
Feeling sick in battling against worldliness-temptation---
Here we are, begging for His help and direction.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our bitterness
When we are envious, magnifying scarcity’s emptiness
Feeling jealous about others’ resources’ bountifulness---
Here we are, trusting His provisions of ready supply-goodness.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our discontentment
When we are frustrated, losing heavenly excitement
Feeling worthless in wallowing into vanity-predicament---
Here we are, reaching out to His kindness’ fulfillment.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our insecurity
When we are fearful, trembling at faith-advancement opportunity
Feeling unable in moving forward, upward beyond any adversity---
Here we are, depending on His strength’s great stability.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our arrogance
When we are haughty, pursuing over earthly fame and abundance
Feeling self-sufficient in our accomplishment-driven endurance---
Here we are, surrendering to His majesty of divine elegance and extravagance.
Our heart acknowledges the Lord and His glory despite our distresses
When we are dismayed, sinking deep into lamentation that oppresses
Feeling depressed in succumbing to discouraging discourses---
Here we are, praising His name for forgiving our offenses.
August 6, 2026
I want to run away
But have got no way out of here
I want to just sit ‘n’ cry
But have got all my tears frozen
I want to endlessly smile
But…… just got no reason.
I want to dance like no one's watching
But there’s no melody I hear
I want to sing the songs of my heart
But there's deafening silence echoing in my soul.
I want to be cold ‘n’ numb
But……the monster in me just won't let me.
I want to stay here forever
But the world won’t let me.
I want to cry my eyes out and confess my love,
But you aren’t here to hear me.
I want to love you till death do us apart.
But
death
has
already
done
us
apart...
And with losing you, I have lost myself too.
~ PoeticSoul
MUSIC IN THE LISTENING LAB
Notes! Notes of music
Bouncing
Off of walls – off of chairs
Off of ceilings and off the floors
Running down the hall in half steps
Flooding every inch of space
In atonal tangos - rhythms searching for their time.
Notes! Notes of music
Bumping
Up against each other
Up against the lines of scores
Vibrating tension pushing hard
Against a measured tempo -
Shrilling to be heard - only now to lose their pitch.
Notes! Notes of music
Crawling over one another
Trying to find harmony
Trying to discard the dissonance
Jamming in, losing sight of their rest,
They squeeze into the space -
With no resolution, unseen voices in a crowd.
Notes! Notes of music
Tripping over downbeats
Tripping over cadence
Falling flat upon their sharps
Phrasing key notes rise again
In soaring sound tracks arranged in one accord.
N/A 3/21/20
If Hell makes u relive ur Greatest pain repeatedly
The pain of Lost Love is what mine would be
The Devil keeping only sad love songs on the jukebox
Watermelon Sugar is the beginning of his playlist
The Devil is a cheeky bastard
The silence of the record switching draws her memory
Her voice sounding like echoes in a cave
Bringing her back into my arms
My memory turns it to reality
Her soft lips & cold skin vanish from my embrace
As the next song begins to play
An old black man's blues riff plays like out of the jukebox
Drowning the sound of my heart breaking again and again
Yet, screams of tortured souls who reside here are heard
The Devil tortures my soul with flashing memories of her face
Going insane with grief and pain losing her over and over
When the next song ends
My hell begins again
The memory of her on the porch glowing in rays of sunshine
Gazing at her neck as she disappears into thin air
The needle sets onto the track of the next record
Leaving my heart in the last memory
The whine of an old steel guitar accompany my sobs
Lonesome Blues strums my heart strings for an eternity
With no end in sight
No comfort is to be found
When the Devil owns a jukebox
He can play whatever song ur heart desires
I will accept my hell
Because it is the only place I will ever be with her again
Even if it ends after every song.
As the days go by the emptiness inside grows
fighting invisible demons back into the shadows
I scream for help, shedding tears of sorrow
hoping I might overcome my burdens tomorrow
fearing as if nobody else really does care
all that's left to do is to say a prayer
to be free from all the pain and suffering
my sinful life in desperate need of restructuring
I must turn my faith and love to the Lord
maybe then my cries will no longer be ignored
receiving the help I so desperately need
mending my heart to no longer bleed
losing this winless fight I've waged within
just wishing for a new walk to begin
please God hold my hand and wend my way
knowing if you are by my side I can face a new day
learning how to live my life without loneliness
fortifying what at once was a cruel weakness
I'll overcome my trials and tribulations
while I may have to face complications
moving forward my soul I devote to you
reassuring there will never be another adieu
now that I've accepted God, one who truly cares
He will show me the answers to my prayers
2/7/2020
I am not a personal fan of jewelry, but
were I more careful, I would have been
fine with rings. My first ring was my High
School CLASS RING, and If I had been able to
retain it all these 55 years, it would be a real
historical show-piece today. But I managed
to lose it early on somewhere in Chicago.
My second finger piece was my WEDDING RING. Back then,
marital rings for men were called wedding bands. I had it for
several years before it disappeared somewhere in Sacramento
after being worn faithfully for some 25 years.
My third ring was a special gift from my wife. It was a GOLD RING
that irritated me, because I found myself constantly being scratched
by those sharp golden edges. It also took an exit and disappeared in Sacramento. Three strikes, and I was out. That was the end of my wearing rings. Losing every ring that I ever owned. Imagine that.
062522PSCtest, One in Five, Joseph May Chosen theme: A Lost Ring. 4P
WinLose risks
probably never disappear
for WiseElder
Left-Right codependent Bodhisattvas
messianic co-arising
ecological egotherapeutic healing
and WinWin holonic integrity wholing.
Deep learning bilateral compassion
to meet our basic needs
economic ecology
through more democratically mature
Ego-EcoPositive political fashions
and, yet again, WinWin designs.
Immature competitive adolescent strategies
become automatic normals
re-acclimating double-binds
of WinLose dissonant compromises,
accepted practice for now,
waiting for WinWin raptures
and resonance
in fullness of time.
Resonant resilience of life systems
might become WinWin revolutionary self-deployed
each 3D cooperative identity moment
without takeover
by LeftBrain/RightWing aggressive violence
advocating more competition
to effectively Either/Or obtain
evermore monoculturing resources--
hoarding
as associated
with paranoia
about losing out
to overpopulating climates
of secular loss
sacred pathology of light
through dualdark cosmology.
I need not become a WiseElder
to know that losing integrity
succumbs to a dually endarkened
ego-privileged ecology.
I do not need a PhD in competing Busyness
to discover healthy differences
between not aggressively driving mindbodies
(which is a good thing)
but not as high a love
or health
or grace standard
as Golden Rules
driving active cooperation
as best WinWin defense
against not losing secular
not losing sacred
nondual ecology.
G-reeting on September ten
I-s told to give good regard;
L-arge size of joy is carried,
B-iggest message I forward.
E-vening chill checking out;
R-ain not sticking around;
T-wilight drifts into the night, as the dawn won't let you down.
M-y greeting on September ten
A-llows the morn to break;
R-apture and mirth it brings
C-ertainly leave the heartache.
I-nside the thrill remains, while the dark and dusk depart;
A-fter the day has broken, brightness will not fall apart.
A-nother moment shines,
N-ever losing its light;
G-leams above have sparks,
U-sed to set everything aright.
L-et my wish win by all means over the throes in the open.
O-ne celebrant receives greeting on September ten.
September 21 the last
Day of Summer
Today it is already the first day of
Fall
Today I woke up
At 6:30
It was dark outside
It looked like midnight
And the trees are
Starting to change its color
To golden yellow
Some trees are already losing their leaves
Monday the kids are getting up
To go to
And they complain that they are tired
When they wake up
Yes during the weekend they can sleep in
There parents don't mind that
Monday they need to wake up early
Get dress and eat some breakfast
Take their back packs
On their back
And wait on there bus stop
When the TTC arrive they will
Pay there fare with presto
Then they will find a place to sit
On the bus
At 8:45 they arrive in the school
The bell ring at 9:00 PM
They must attend class at that time