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Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of
you!
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of
light!
Some strong emotion
touched my mind today
it wasn't quite expected
and was quickly pushed away
then later as the evening passed
the thought that harvested emotion
intruded on every thought that entered
my awareness
and pressed for recognition
this thought was not a thought of harm
in fact was intended to inspire
this thought that reaped a harvest of fear and hurt
was simply stated
find happy
and now as evening passes
into morning
I quietly asses
the thoughts that help me
to be happy
and can tell that they too
cause distress
for although the memories
from within the fields of my mind
often find a way to feed
some hunger
they also seem to be a plague
that tears my heart asunder
how is it that a happy thought
can lead to so much destruction
that at one point you're laughing
and have cramps in your face
and tummy
and the next you're crying
and hurt all over
after going through a period
of disconnect
and feeling a storm build despite
the elements from climate control
why is it so surprising that
one thought
could cause such a LOSS of control
Even now a scientist may wish
for climate control
But a thing as simple as the beat
of a butterfly wing
as small
throws even the best plans off
Then why should a thought of control
not be effected
by the similar
the beat of one butterfly wing
the same as one phrase
is small, yes
but is not insignificant
I have learned over time
that control is an illusion
so why I thought my mind
protected
eludes me still
A thought becomes that tiny spark
that transforms into emotion
the trick is in turning the effects
into something useful
I guess what I can take from this
is that not everything can be contained and controlled
and what I am given
that is loosed in my mind
can be turned into something of value
its worth greater
that its weight in gold
a thought of inspiration
may indeed sometimes cause
hurt
but taking time to be AWARE
will help you grow
and help you learn to acknowledge the hurt
to live
to accept the moment
to not push it unwanted away
and with those thoughts
the inspired words
find happy
you learn to be happy
In those very few moments just before rising,
my Mind is busy with things that must be done,
as it plans the day ahead and organizes my time
into smaller segments that will fit into place,
then decides how I can do each one,
so that by nightfall, I will cross the finish line.
It reviews each activity line by line,
as it watches until it sees the sun rising
in the east, then my Mind and body become as one
machine, ready to reach its goal, until all is done.
I eat my breakfast at the very same pace and place
I do each day, and then rush to my tasks to be on time.
I try to concentrate on each thing, one at a time,
so as to be organized and keep all things in line,
but this is no easy task to keep things in their place
and I feel a loss of control and my blood pressure rising,
but I must stay at it so that I can get them done
and not be left short of doing the very last one.
But why the importance to finish every single one,
not allowing some things to be left until the next time,
instead, wearing out the machine, trying to get them done?
This is no more than my Mind trying to keep me in line,
taking control of the machine, to stop my will from rising
and doing the things I desire, in this or any place.
"Everything in its place, everything in its place,
one by one - one by one - one by one."
This mantra fills my ears and the sound is rising
ever louder, deafening me as I rush to finish on time,
line by line - line by line - line by line - line by line,
and the machine is breaking down, trying to get them done.
But what will be the penalty if things are not done,
and the consequences if they are not in their place,
and what can my Mind do if I step out of line,
nothing, for I have a will that answers to no one,
not to my body, nor my Mind, nor the dictates of time,
and with this realization, I feel my courage rising.
I step to the back of the line and relax, for I am done
working. I watch the rising sun come from its place,
knowing that I am the one in charge of my time.
I use to be and might still be
completely dedicated,
chasing a better feeling,
I needed to, I want to.
Constantly running from the silence,
that is deafening.
Every day is the last time
I will motivate myself,
I will feel in control, till the feeling fades
and dread will once again fall upon me.
Wishing I can keep my promise to myself,
but soon I will convince myself it's okay,
this time will be the last.
My best friend is the night,
that loyalty and safe feeling,
Everything second is welcoming.
A little bit to keep the feeling in place,
my mind will play tricks my thoughts so abstract
and my reality will start to play.
Awake, so awake
into the early hours, talking to myself.
playful to make a blanket fort,
and i will disappear in an imaginary world.
sometimes wishing for a child-like imagination,
again to create an imaginary friend.
But most nights I wanted to be a freak,
concentrating hard to lose my mind,
the madness
the total loss of control,
will make space
in my mind.
Thoughts overflow
like too much popcorn on the stove.
I need a pick me up again,
chasing a better feeling
I need to defeat this dread.
It’s my fault for letting you get to me,
it’s my fault for not letting go.
I constantly waiting,
watching, thinking of ways to fix it,
constantly refilling my thoughts,
wasting my time with of you,
disguised as something amazing,
so intoxicating.
the tempary confidence
and motivation.
I am tortured by my mind
and uncertain constantly.
A little more will keep it away.
I am drowning while you smile
enjoying your masterpiece of distraction.
I had a father who loved two women:
one so faithful and sincere, the other
spell maker and always showed a defying grin.
no, nobody in that god-fearing town liked her!
And mom, the devoted one, hated her and hid her pain,
she bore him four pretty daughters and a handsome son
who picked beautiful cyclamens and dazzling roses,
and gave them to her with thrilling and smiling eyes!
I had a farther who loved two women,
his restless life had to be shared without compromise,
and the one who suffered was mom feeling the disgrace;
isn't betrayal a cruel and despicable sin?
Sweetest mother with lips that spoke gently,
and when they kissed me I tested honey...
spreading her tenderness beyond an earthly gladness;
most devoted mother, are you singing with all angels?
I had a father who loved two women,
one had nothing, the other had everything;
should an abused wife go on without crying?
Tears will roll down and resemble a fountain!
Mothers, unlikely fathers, are much closer to us
and their words linger on the waft of the warmest breath;
listen to them and you'll go far in life to achieve dreams:
their whisper is the gentlest breeze sent to earth!
I had a father who loved two women,
he ran out of the semi dark and silent house on starlit nights,
did he worry about his wife and children?
What does a guiltless cheater gain to pursue selfish desires?
If anytime bitterness cringes inside, tun to your beloved;
there's no better friend than a mother who feels loved,
but gives comfort to stop the grief built inside a lost soul:
restoring faith with her wisdom to keep loss of control!
It was love at first sight
Thought of you every night
Can’t stop thinking of you
What am I gonna do?
Blinding love at first sight
It was love at first sight
me feeling high as a kite
Ah, but this too shall pass
searching for greener grass
Crazy love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love’s cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Blinding, crazy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
but not all black and white
If I throw caution to wind
will my life then upend?
Stormy love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Why am I so uptight?
Will i be lumped with fools,
An exception to rules?
Scary love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ Stormy, scary love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Dizzying passage of rite
Love is blind at what cost?
Best to have loved then lost?
All’s fair in love at first sight
It was love at first sight
Can two wrongs make a right?
One plus one’s never two
when one’s heart isn’t true
Fickle love at first sight
(Chorus)
Head over heels into the unknown
Doomed to fail before true love’s seed sown
Loss of control by true love’s presidium
Love's cliché coup (surrounded by idioms)
~ All‘s fair in fickle love at first sight
I told Lara,
told her we would meet again.
Her on the metal table,
the light bleeding over
stainless steel and clinging to
arm hair’s, draining
color from her matted fur.
In her eyes something - not light
more what light becomes
when soil is shoveled up,
a soft luminosity, rain dark.
On the way here,
she had on the backseat of the car
the loss of control, her blindness…
for a while she shuffled,
put her nose to the side window
as if smelling better days,
then she whimpered,
from the driver’s seat I heard myself say:
'there, there',
knowing we were 'there' already.
When we arrived
she was laid down between the seats,
I had to tug her out the back door,
she let me, sometimes she liked to play dead
when she didn't want to do something -
not now.
Now I am looking down
watching her blind eyes following something,
maybe tracking these strange smells,
or seeking out shapes only blindness can see.
Animals don’t think of their own death,
they don’t imagine it, for them
it’s just a place where they are.
The young woman in the white coat
asks me if I wanted to hold her?
I could tell my old dog was going,
I held my breath, staring at the ceiling
trying not to be anywhere.
I don’t believe in the past or the future,
not in any absolute sense.
My guess is that Lara did not either,
maybe we are meeting now
as I write these words -
words not spoken.
Diagnosis:stage 4 silence
Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist)
Cure:unknown
Lifespan:1-5 years, if that
Symptoms:
? a silenced voice
? being black
? loss of control over body autonomy
? racism
? microaggressions
? discrimination
? stolen childhood
? stolen innocence
The cancerous silence had spread through her body
She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses
They called her dramatic
With each dismissal
It grew more aggressive
More violent
'It's probably just anxiety'
It had sneaked its way into her bloodstream
It was beginning to be seen
It's screams fell on deaf ears
'Stop making everything about race'
It had moved to her stomach
Corrupting her digestive system
They had played it down to stress
They said maybe you should rest
With each microaggression
Each racist remark
It grew stronger
More powerful
More deadly
Until
She collapsed
In the hospital they couldn't ignore
What happened to this girl
They say next time we will listen
But we all know they haven't learned their lesson
That begs the question
Of what will happen to the health care system
Will they be punished
Or will she just be an unfortunate lesson they'll never learn
Will she forever remain a forgotten victim
Where a place that is supposed to help kills still exists
Why isn't anything being done about it?
loss of control. an aberration. a defect,
when the perfection of creation is lost,
a cell grows and grows without a stop,
and all its purpose and function is deranged,
it blinds the eye or strangles the bowels,
floods the lungs or stops the heart!
children die for no good reason…
who can argue with such a demon?
Hippocrates knew it and the pharaohs,
but the disease was not as often as now,
as greed grew bigger and hatred spread,
more chemicals filled our living space,
the demon grew stronger and stronger,
now it catches and eats even babies in cradle,
what was once a disease of the old
now strikes the young before they have begun!
as a doctor, I have held the hand of a dying 5 year old,
waiting for his mother who was late to arrive,
The tragedy of cancer is not in the disease,
but in the fact that we are the cause of it,
more we destroy the nature we live in,
more poison we create for our own kind.
A life of purity and green living,
is the way to conquer many beasts
of our times.
true wealth is nature, that gives without count, no cash needed, no receipt printed.
False world of man gives tokens of no value, awards and merits that perish with time.
we wear blinkers of social prejudices and lose the greater reality of nature!
Live in nature, love nature and be part of nature!
A panacea for all man made diseases like cancer.
11/28/16
Thrive survive and live
It is what it is
A day of nothing or success using sieves
Carbonation in the soda pop making it fizz
Distinguished areas for hers and his
Individuals involved or infatuated with the showbiz
Don't get in a tizz
Some just take and or give
The planet spins
Life with cartilage and fins swims
Strikes, splits and gutterballs in lanes with bowling pins
Rooms for rent available at inns
Breath mints in tins
Boys and girls occasionally born as twins
Music made with all instruments even violins
Sports and games played with javelins
At church they'll sing hymns
Sometimes you'll need a membership to certain gyms
Whole milk, soy and skim
Going out on a limb
And off a whim
You either lose draw or win
Even if it's only by a smidge
Another opportunity and day begins
Going from light to dim
Above and below the ridge
On either side of the bridge
Help out your kin
Especially when times are grim
Low to high bids
Placed on items
Waters fished for nearly everything, including squid
Due to road conditions, speed and a loss of control, the car slid
Around the corner and the tires started to skid
Recently or way back when
People have disappeared off the grid
No idea all that you or I have did
And the same could be said for where we've been
By: Dalton Ogletree